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I became dimly aware that I was bleeding from minor cuts in a dozen places. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #175)

I seemed to be beside myself and fought as if I might not be what I knew I was, what I thought myself to be—Tarl Cabot, a simple warrior, one man. The thought flamed through me in the violent delirium of battle that in those moments I was many men, an army, that no man could stand against me, that it was not my blade or my heart they faced but something I myself only dimly sensed, something intangible but irresistible, an avalanche, a storm, a force of nature, the destiny of their world, something I could not name but knew in those moments could not be denied or conquered. Suddenly I stood alone on the stairs, except for the dead. I became dimly aware that I was bleeding from minor cuts in a dozen places. Slowly I climbed the remainder of the stairs until I came to the barricade which had been erected by the guardsmen. I called out, as loudly as I could, "Marlenus, Ubar of Ar!" To my joy, from somewhere above, around the curve of the stairs, I heard the voice of the Ubar. "Who would speak with me?" "Tarl of Bristol," I cried. - (Tarnsman of Gor)