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Book 8. (1 results) Hunters of Gor (Individual Quote)

At a sign from Hura the man from Tyros thrust the iron back into the brazier, to draw it forth again at her signal. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #223)
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14 223 At a View more quotes about sign">sign from Hura the man from Tyros thrust the iron back into the brazier, to draw it forth again at her signal.

Book 8. (7 results) Hunters of Gor (Context Quote)

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14 220 They took their places about the edges of the circle, sitting cross-legged.
14 221 The panther girls of Hura's band, more than a hundred of them, entered the circle.
14 222 The moons were now near the height of the sky.
14 223 At a sign from Hura the man from Tyros thrust the iron back into the brazier, to draw it forth again at her signal.
14 224 The man with the hide drum then, for the first time, was silent.
14 225 I looked down into the circle, with its fires, with its men staked out, with the men of Tyros sitting about its edges, with Marlenus helpless beside the brazier, the man from Tyros, with the leather glove, crouching beside it, with the panther girls, beautiful, numerous, lithe, in their skins and necklaces of claws and ornaments of gold.
14 226 There was a long silence, of some Ihn, and then, at a nod from Hura, who threw her long black hair back and lifted her head to the moons, the drum began again its beat.
They took their places about the edges of the circle, sitting cross-legged. The panther girls of Hura's band, more than a hundred of them, entered the circle. The moons were now near the height of the sky. At a sign from Hura the man from Tyros thrust the iron back into the brazier, to draw it forth again at her signal. The man with the hide drum then, for the first time, was silent. I looked down into the circle, with its fires, with its men staked out, with the men of Tyros sitting about its edges, with Marlenus helpless beside the brazier, the man from Tyros, with the leather glove, crouching beside it, with the panther girls, beautiful, numerous, lithe, in their skins and necklaces of claws and ornaments of gold. There was a long silence, of some Ihn, and then, at a nod from Hura, who threw her long black hair back and lifted her head to the moons, the drum began again its beat. - (Hunters of Gor)