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I noted that already the green exudate which flowed from Misk's wounds was turning into a green, frozen sludge on his body, stanching the flow from the wounds. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #159)

Once more Sarm leaped to attack and this time a green-flowing wound sprang into view on the right side of Misk's thorax in the neighborhood of one of the brain-nodes. I wondered how long it would take to kill a Priest-King. Misk seemed stunned and slow, his head dropped and the antennae seemed to flutter, exposing themselves. I noted that already the green exudate which flowed from Misk's wounds was turning into a green, frozen sludge on his body, stanching the flow from the wounds. The thought crossed my mind that Misk, in spite of his apparently broken and helpless condition, had actually lost very little body fluid. I told myself that perhaps the stroke in the vicinity of the brain-nodes had been his undoing. Cautiously Sarm watched Misk's fluttering, piteous, exposed antennae. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)