Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 196 | She laughed View more quotes about bitterly">bitterly, scornfully. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 193 | And then she seemed to straighten and turned to face me, once again the old and scornful Vika, challenging, hostile. |
| 8 | 194 | "But of course you may touch me," she said, "for you are my master". |
| 8 | 195 | "Forgive me," I said. |
| 8 | 196 | She laughed bitterly, scornfully. |
| 8 | 197 | It was truly a woman of Treve who stood before me now. |
| 8 | 198 | I saw her as I had never seen her before. |
| 8 | 199 | Vika was a bandit princess, accustomed to be clad in silk and jewels from a thousand looted caravans, to sleep on the richest furs and sup on the most delicate viands, all purloined from galleys, beached and burnt, from the ravished storerooms of outlying, smoking cylinders, from the tables and treasure chests of homes whose men were slain, whose daughters wore the chains of slave girls, only now she herself, Vika, this bandit princess, proud Vika, a woman of lofty, opulent Treve, had fallen spoils herself in the harsh games of Gor, and felt on her own throat the same encircling band of steel with which the men of her city had so often graced the throats of their fair, weeping captives. |
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And then she seemed to straighten and turned to face me, once again the old and scornful Vika, challenging, hostile.
"But of course you may touch me," she said, "for you are my master".
"Forgive me," I said.
She laughed bitterly, scornfully.
It was truly a woman of Treve who stood before me now.
I saw her as I had never seen her before.
Vika was a bandit princess, accustomed to be clad in silk and jewels from a thousand looted caravans, to sleep on the richest furs and sup on the most delicate viands, all purloined from galleys, beached and burnt, from the ravished storerooms of outlying, smoking cylinders, from the tables and treasure chests of homes whose men were slain, whose daughters wore the chains of slave girls, only now she herself, Vika, this bandit princess, proud Vika, a woman of lofty, opulent Treve, had fallen spoils herself in the harsh games of Gor, and felt on her own throat the same encircling band of steel with which the men of her city had so often graced the throats of their fair, weeping captives.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)