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| 17 | 289 | The breathing of the men, their energy, their View more quotes about rage">rage, the fury, was all about me. |
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| 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. |
| 17 | 291 | I heard the grinding of teeth on steel, the sound of men biting at their own flesh. |
| 17 | 292 | I could no longer look on Ivar Forkbeard. |