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My eye roved the desolation, within and about the hut, the residue of carnage and burning. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #58)

The raid which had wrought this destruction was untypical of the work of common corsairs, pirates, and thieves. When one wishes to steal fruit from a tree one does not destroy the tree. One may wish to return, for new fruit, return when there is a slowly accumulated, renewed wealth, when there is a declined vigilance, when the prey thinks itself safe, when there is a new harvest, freshly reaped, to be gathered in, a new generation of females to be fastened in chains, ripe for delivery to the markets. My eye roved the desolation, within and about the hut, the residue of carnage and burning. This spoke not of economics and profit but of calculated destruction. It spoke less of men than of designing monsters, less of piracy than policy, less of spoil than extermination. "The village is burned," I said. - (Avengers of Gor)