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Clash of Kings by George Martin, 1999, Excerpt
The Battle Fever. He [Tyrion
the Dwarf] had never thought to experience it himself, though Jamie had told
him of it often enough. How time seemed to blur and slow and even stop, how the
past and the future vanished until there was nothing but the instant, how fear
fled, and thought fled, and even your body. “You don’t feel wounds then, or the
ache in your back from the weight of armor, or the sweat running down into your
eyes. You stop feeling, you stop thinking, you stop being you, there is only
the fight, the foe, this man and then the next and the next, and you know they
are afraid and tired but you’re not, you’re alive, and death is all around you
but their swords move so slowly, you can dance through them laughing.” Battle
fever. I am half a man and drunk with slaughter; let them kill me if they can!
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