Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 43 | It was not lost on Suleiman, or Ibn View more quotes about saran">Saran. |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 40 | It seemed she tried to hold herself immobile, as though fighting her own body, but yet that it forced her to dance, betraying her as a slave girl to the gaze of masters. |
| 5 | 41 | Her eyes were shut, her teeth clenched on her lip, her face agonized; her arms were above her head, her fists clenched, and yet, seemingly in isolation, seemingly against her resolve, her body moved, forcing her to be beautiful before men. |
| 5 | 42 | A fantastic intensity is achieved by this dancer's artifice. |
| 5 | 43 | It was not lost on Suleiman, or Ibn Saran. |
| 5 | 44 | I had waited over a month at the Oasis of Nine Wells before being granted an audience with Suleiman. |
| 5 | 45 | Ibn Saran, not taking his eyes from Alyena, lifted his finger. |
| 5 | 46 | From one side a slave girl, barefoot, bangled, in sashed, diaphanous, trousered chalwar, gathered at the ankles, in tight, red-silk vest, with bare midriff, fled to him, with the tall, graceful, silvered pot containing the black wine. |
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It seemed she tried to hold herself immobile, as though fighting her own body, but yet that it forced her to dance, betraying her as a slave girl to the gaze of masters.
Her eyes were shut, her teeth clenched on her lip, her face agonized; her arms were above her head, her fists clenched, and yet, seemingly in isolation, seemingly against her resolve, her body moved, forcing her to be beautiful before men.
A fantastic intensity is achieved by this dancer's artifice.
It was not lost on Suleiman, or Ibn Saran.
I had waited over a month at the Oasis of Nine Wells before being granted an audience with Suleiman.
Ibn Saran, not taking his eyes from Alyena, lifted his finger.
From one side a slave girl, barefoot, bangled, in sashed, diaphanous, trousered chalwar, gathered at the ankles, in tight, red-silk vest, with bare midriff, fled to him, with the tall, graceful, silvered pot containing the black wine.
- (Tribesmen of Gor)