blood-roar

Updated: July 24, 2025

The hot blood was freezing on his hands, and the scene yet bright in his eyes, the man, clutching the table and sinking slowly to the floor; the rolling counters and the scattered deck; the swift shiver throughout the room, and the pause; the game-keepers no longer calling, and the clatter of the chips dying away; the startled faces; the infinite instant of silence; and then the great blood-roar and the tide of vengeance which lapped his heels and turned the town mad behind him.

Jack London - The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke