Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 4 | 55 | Then I began to feel rage creeping like hot, red vines through my blood. |
| 4 | 56 | Parp did not seem concerned. |
| 4 | 57 | "Not everyone has a good trip," said Parp. |
| 4 | 58 | My hand clenched on the spear. |
| 4 | 59 | I began to feel all the hatred of all the years that I had nursed against the Priest-Kings now uncontrollably, slowly, violently growing in my body, wild, fierce, those foliating scarlet vines of my fury that now seemed to encircle me, to enfold me, to engulf me, swelling, steaming, now writhing aflame about my body and before my eyes in the turbulent, burned air that separated me from the creature Parp and I cried, "Tell me what I want to know!" "The primary difficulty besetting the traveler in the Sardar," continued Parp, "is probably the general harshness of the environment—for example, the inclemencies of the weather, particularly in the winter". |
| 4 | 60 | I lifted the spear and my eyes which must have been terrible in the apertures of my helmet were fixed on the heart of the man who sat upon the throne. |
| 4 | 61 | "Tell me!" I cried. |
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Then I began to feel rage creeping like hot, red vines through my blood.
Parp did not seem concerned.
"Not everyone has a good trip," said Parp.
My hand clenched on the spear.
I began to feel all the hatred of all the years that I had nursed against the Priest-Kings now uncontrollably, slowly, violently growing in my body, wild, fierce, those foliating scarlet vines of my fury that now seemed to encircle me, to enfold me, to engulf me, swelling, steaming, now writhing aflame about my body and before my eyes in the turbulent, burned air that separated me from the creature Parp and I cried, "Tell me what I want to know!" "The primary difficulty besetting the traveler in the Sardar," continued Parp, "is probably the general harshness of the environment—for example, the inclemencies of the weather, particularly in the winter".
I lifted the spear and my eyes which must have been terrible in the apertures of my helmet were fixed on the heart of the man who sat upon the throne.
"Tell me!" I cried.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )