"He whipped the fur pelted blankets into a geyser and dove naked over the edge of the bed to roll on the floor and turned over and over. He brought himself up against the chair where his clothes and belts hung. He already had his Skull-Biter in hand. He slept with that blade, every night."
from Crom and the Warlock of Sharrador
by Gardner F. Fox & Kurt Brugel