Gods of Gor new hair preview!

A common theme running through all the Gor novels I write is a progression of looks for the main characters as they evolve through time. 

And Gods of Gor is no different in that respect! 


So then, although the book will be home to all manner of horrors and dramatic situations for Emma, possibly the most traumatic thing she will undergo is having her long hair cut...

Just imagine the tears and helpless wailing...

Or actually you don't have to imagine, here's a brief excerpt and picture by Chloe from chapter one of her new look...

Chapter One: A Farewell to Schendi 

I winced as I felt the cold steel of the shears touch the base of my neck, just below the slave collar. “You’re cutting it too short, Master!” I wailed as I felt more of my lovely long hair fall from my shoulders. I knelt on the floor as Brinn snipped away at my blonde hair, drastically cutting it ahead of our canoe expedition up the river from Schendi.

“Stop fidgeting, Emma,” said Brinn as he snipped away behind me. “Your hair grows quickly. It won’t be short for long.”

“Sit still, Emma and you can have this piece of baklava when you’re finished,” said Chloe as she knelt close by. There was indeed a piece of baklava on a folded palm leaf. It was hardly compensation for hacking my hair off though.

“But not this short! Please, Master...”

“Your hair is too long for the equatorial jungle. It will be wet and uncomfortable.” Brinn was cutting the back of my hair pretty much square with the nape of my neck, the ends brushing the bottom edge of my collar. I clenched my fingers in an anxious state, never having worn my hair so short before.

“She’ll look cute with bangs,” suggested Chloe with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“No! No bangs!”

“She’s just teasing you, Emma,” said Brinn as he continued to trim and smarten the edge of my hair. “Did you make this much fuss when you had your ears pierced?”

“I was hysterical when I had my ears pierced! I ended up in the hole for days afterwards.” I didn’t like to remember that experience in Banu Hashim. I had suffered from acute claustrophobia ever since.

“And how do you feel about your pierced ears now?” asked Brinn as he snipped away some more hair.

“I love them,” I said quietly knowing where this logic was leading. “You know I do.”

“So,” said Brinn with quiet satisfaction.

“Why isn’t Chloe having a haircut? Why is it just me having a haircut?!”

“Her skin tone means she can endure the heat better than you or me.”

“I’m going to be ugly!” I wailed piteously. “You’ll grow tired of me and sell me down river for some other girl!”

“I will if you don’t stop whining,” said Brinn.

“You’re making this sound like the end of the world, Emma,” said Chloe as she lay on the floor regarding us both. “It is going to be really hot and wet in the rain forests. Even I’ll be suffering. You'll find it unbearable with long hair.”

“How short is it?” I asked Chloe. “Please be honest!” I could feel the absence of hair past my shoulder blades. Brinn was cutting my hair into a manageable bob and I was petrified. Slave girls are only too aware that men like long hair on women. Slaves with short hair were always at a disadvantage in the pens and kennels. I could feel my block price reducing with each snip of the shears.

“It kind of suits you,” said Chloe as she supported her weight on one elbow. “You have a good face for it.”

“There,” said Brinn. “You’ll be a lot more comfortable when we enter the rain forest.” He ran his fingers through my radically shortened hair and kissed me on the top of my head. “And there isn’t enough gold in Schendi for me to want to sell you, kajira.”

“You’re just saying that,” I sobbed. “As soon as you see a kajira with a long mane of blonde hair at a trading post…”

“Will she be able to do what you can do in the furs?” asked Brinn as he kissed the base of my neck which was alarmingly free from hair.

“No she won’t. No one can do what I can do in the furs.”

“Then you don’t have anything to worry about, slave girl,” said Brinn as he held a mirrored piece of glass for me to see my reflection in. I shrank back, timid, but it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. Yes, the hair was now a centre parted bob style cut, just touching the tops of my shoulders, but it didn’t make me ugly. I preferred my long hair though.

“Open,” said Brinn as he picked up the small piece of Baklava and moved it towards my lips. I opened my mouth and felt the sweet treat touch my tongue. “You may eat.” And so I did, savouring the sticky sweet pastry. I ran my fingers through the ends of my hair, feeling how light it was now.