• Home
  • Contact

Results Details

"direction "

Book 36. (1 results) Avengers of Gor (Individual Quote)

Thurnock, Clitus, and myself, unlike the teeming jungle into which we thrust ourselves, striking, elbowing, and kicking, dragging at robes and tunics, shoving amongst bodies, had direction and purpose. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #40)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
61 40 View more quotes about thurnock">Thurnock, Clitus, and myself, unlike the teeming jungle into which we thrust ourselves, striking, elbowing, and kicking, dragging at robes and tunics, shoving amongst bodies, had direction and purpose.

Book 36. (7 results) Avengers of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
61 37 There was much confusion, much buffeting and trampling.
61 38 Men impeded one another and struggled with one another and tore and clawed at one another.
61 39 In the crush of bodies the two guards on the float were brushed aside as by a roaring surf and dozens of hands stretched out, grasping at the prisoner, whom few in the crowd, in the rush and press, even saw.
61 40 Thurnock, Clitus, and myself, unlike the teeming jungle into which we thrust ourselves, striking, elbowing, and kicking, dragging at robes and tunics, shoving amongst bodies, had direction and purpose.
61 41 We managed to reach the prisoner who was lost amongst bodies, strike him unconscious, cover him with my cloak, and make our way back, out of the press.
61 42 "I see him!" I had cried, standing over the prone figure covered by my cloak.
61 43 "There!" I had cried, pointing away.
There was much confusion, much buffeting and trampling. Men impeded one another and struggled with one another and tore and clawed at one another. In the crush of bodies the two guards on the float were brushed aside as by a roaring surf and dozens of hands stretched out, grasping at the prisoner, whom few in the crowd, in the rush and press, even saw. Thurnock, Clitus, and myself, unlike the teeming jungle into which we thrust ourselves, striking, elbowing, and kicking, dragging at robes and tunics, shoving amongst bodies, had direction and purpose. We managed to reach the prisoner who was lost amongst bodies, strike him unconscious, cover him with my cloak, and make our way back, out of the press. "I see him!" I had cried, standing over the prone figure covered by my cloak. "There!" I had cried, pointing away. - (Avengers of Gor)