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"Yes," said he, "where lies a citadel of ruthless cunning, of envy, violence, wrath, murder, and greed, of arrant ambition, a lawless, bestial port, feared from Torvaldsland to Schendi, a port the scourge of turbulent Thassa, a den of thieves and cutthroats, a lair of pirates, near whose walls fish dare not swim, over which birds refuse to fly". - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #259)

"From distances the mind must strive to grasp," he said. "Even from east of far Cos and Tyros, from a shore so dreadful and far that even Thassa herself will go no further". "A shore so appalling?" I asked. "Yes," said he, "where lies a citadel of ruthless cunning, of envy, violence, wrath, murder, and greed, of arrant ambition, a lawless, bestial port, feared from Torvaldsland to Schendi, a port the scourge of turbulent Thassa, a den of thieves and cutthroats, a lair of pirates, near whose walls fish dare not swim, over which birds refuse to fly". "You have been there?" I said. "These things are well known," he said. "What place is this, so far and terrible?" I asked. - (Avengers of Gor)