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| 17 | 287 | View more quotes about ivar">Ivar Forkbeard suddenly threw back his head and, silently, screamed at the sky. |
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| 17 | 284 | I could trace its passage. |
| 17 | 285 | It seemed first a ghastly infection, a plague; then it seemed like a fire, invisible and consuming; then it seemed like the touching of these men by the hands of gods, but no gods I knew, none to whom a woman or child might dare pray, but the gods of men, and of the men of Torvaldsland, the dread, harsh divinities of the cruel north, the gods of Torvaldsland. |
| 17 | 286 | And the touch of these gods, like their will, was terrible. |
| 17 | 287 | Ivar Forkbeard suddenly threw back his head and, silently, screamed at the sky. |
| 17 | 288 | The thing had touched him. |
| 17 | 289 | The breathing of the men, their energy, their rage, the fury, was all about me. |
| 17 | 290 | A bowstring was being drawn taut. |