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~Kur of Gor~
Written by John Norman
(Copyright 2009 by John Norman)
An E-Reads Book
The 28th novel in the best selling Gorean saga.
~Cover~
"Some might suppose that the Kurii are monsters, but that is distinctly unfair. They are merely another life form. The Kur is often eight to ten feet in height, if it should straighten its body, and several hundred pounds in weight, and is clawed, fanged, long armed, agile, and swift, often moving on all fours when it wishes to move most rapidly, and that is far faster than a man can run. It does not apologize for its strength, its speed, its formidableness. Nor does it attempt to conceal them.
Once, it seems, the Kur race had a planet of their own, but somehow, apparently by their own hands, it was rendered unviable, either destroyed or desolate. So they searched for a new home, and in our solar system found not one but two suitable planets, planets they set their minds to conquering. But these planets, Earth and it's sister planet Gor, the Counter-Earth, were not undefended. Four times have the Kur attempted their conquest, only to be beaten back by the mysterious Priest-Kings, rulers of Gor.
As the Kurii lurk deep within an asteroid belt, awaiting the chance to seize their prize, their attention is drawn to a human, Tarl Cabot. Cabot was once an agent of Priest-Kings, but is now their prisoner, held captive in a secret prison facility. But what is their interst in Tarl Cabot? Whatever it may be, one thing soon becomes clear - that Tarl Cabot is a man to be taken seriously."
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~Quotations from the book, Kur of Gor~
"I feel that those who judge too exactly, to critically, of such matters" said Peisistratus "the position of the hands, the perfect framing of the head and body with the arms, the angle of the head, the lightness or moderation of a stamping foot, such things miss much of the pleasure of the dancer"...Kur of Gor, Page 168
"Too it is not always the most technically flawless dancer whom men wish to conduct to an alcove." said Peisistratus."....Kur of Gor Page 168
"Perhaps a dancer who is too concerned with the assemblage of minute perfections" said Cabot, "forgets the point of the dance, which is to dance her slavery before Masters."...Kur of Gor Page 168-169
"Swiftly the slave pressed the goblet about her body, as she had been taught, associating the metallic, rigid cruelty of the boglet and the fire of the drink with the softness, the readiness, the warmth and desirability of her body, in this way making clear that both goods were proffered, both placed at the disposal of the master, both the drink and the female. And the girl inadvertently gasped, startled, as the metal rim pressed into her belly, bespeaking the dominion to which she was subject, and she looked down into the swirling liquid in the cup, and Peisistratus smiled, for did not the fire in the goblet in tis way stand token for another fire, and might she not suspect this, that which might burn in the grasping, liquid softness of a slave's belly?
The girl then lifted the goblet to her lips and kissed it slowly, humbly, regarding Cabot over its rim, and then she put down her head between her extended arms,and offered him the goblet."~Kur of Gor, pages 263 and 264~
"You are a slave," he said.
"Certainly not!" she exclaimed.
"Then you are a pet, that of Grendel."
"No,"she said, "I have been taken from him."
"Whose pet, then, are you?" he asked.
"I am not a pet," she said.
"Where is your collar?" he asked.
"I have no collar," she said, angrily. "I am not a pet."
"What then are you?" he asked.
"I am a free woman," she said."~Kur of Gor, page 266
" How tragically are men at the mercy of free women, he thought, at the mercy of their vanity, their whims, their petty tempers, their cruelty, and petulance. How understandable that they make them slaves, and then do with them as they please. And how interesting that women, brought then to their place in nature, at the feet of men, fulfilled and happy, thrive in their collars. Unlike most free woman they are, in their way, muchly honored, for they have been found worthy of mastering, worthy of being owned. And they will strive to be good slaves, and, indeed, what choice have they, and this, too, pleases them, to have no choice."~Kur of Gor, page 268~
Written by John Norman
(Copyright 2009 by John Norman)
An E-Reads Book
The 28th novel in the best selling Gorean saga.
~Cover~
"Some might suppose that the Kurii are monsters, but that is distinctly unfair. They are merely another life form. The Kur is often eight to ten feet in height, if it should straighten its body, and several hundred pounds in weight, and is clawed, fanged, long armed, agile, and swift, often moving on all fours when it wishes to move most rapidly, and that is far faster than a man can run. It does not apologize for its strength, its speed, its formidableness. Nor does it attempt to conceal them.
Once, it seems, the Kur race had a planet of their own, but somehow, apparently by their own hands, it was rendered unviable, either destroyed or desolate. So they searched for a new home, and in our solar system found not one but two suitable planets, planets they set their minds to conquering. But these planets, Earth and it's sister planet Gor, the Counter-Earth, were not undefended. Four times have the Kur attempted their conquest, only to be beaten back by the mysterious Priest-Kings, rulers of Gor.
As the Kurii lurk deep within an asteroid belt, awaiting the chance to seize their prize, their attention is drawn to a human, Tarl Cabot. Cabot was once an agent of Priest-Kings, but is now their prisoner, held captive in a secret prison facility. But what is their interst in Tarl Cabot? Whatever it may be, one thing soon becomes clear - that Tarl Cabot is a man to be taken seriously."
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~Quotations from the book, Kur of Gor~
"I feel that those who judge too exactly, to critically, of such matters" said Peisistratus "the position of the hands, the perfect framing of the head and body with the arms, the angle of the head, the lightness or moderation of a stamping foot, such things miss much of the pleasure of the dancer"...Kur of Gor, Page 168
"Too it is not always the most technically flawless dancer whom men wish to conduct to an alcove." said Peisistratus."....Kur of Gor Page 168
"Perhaps a dancer who is too concerned with the assemblage of minute perfections" said Cabot, "forgets the point of the dance, which is to dance her slavery before Masters."...Kur of Gor Page 168-169
"Swiftly the slave pressed the goblet about her body, as she had been taught, associating the metallic, rigid cruelty of the boglet and the fire of the drink with the softness, the readiness, the warmth and desirability of her body, in this way making clear that both goods were proffered, both placed at the disposal of the master, both the drink and the female. And the girl inadvertently gasped, startled, as the metal rim pressed into her belly, bespeaking the dominion to which she was subject, and she looked down into the swirling liquid in the cup, and Peisistratus smiled, for did not the fire in the goblet in tis way stand token for another fire, and might she not suspect this, that which might burn in the grasping, liquid softness of a slave's belly?
The girl then lifted the goblet to her lips and kissed it slowly, humbly, regarding Cabot over its rim, and then she put down her head between her extended arms,and offered him the goblet."~Kur of Gor, pages 263 and 264~
"You are a slave," he said.
"Certainly not!" she exclaimed.
"Then you are a pet, that of Grendel."
"No,"she said, "I have been taken from him."
"Whose pet, then, are you?" he asked.
"I am not a pet," she said.
"Where is your collar?" he asked.
"I have no collar," she said, angrily. "I am not a pet."
"What then are you?" he asked.
"I am a free woman," she said."~Kur of Gor, page 266
" How tragically are men at the mercy of free women, he thought, at the mercy of their vanity, their whims, their petty tempers, their cruelty, and petulance. How understandable that they make them slaves, and then do with them as they please. And how interesting that women, brought then to their place in nature, at the feet of men, fulfilled and happy, thrive in their collars. Unlike most free woman they are, in their way, muchly honored, for they have been found worthy of mastering, worthy of being owned. And they will strive to be good slaves, and, indeed, what choice have they, and this, too, pleases them, to have no choice."~Kur of Gor, page 268~