Fantasy | Conan The Destroyer "Shadows In The Moonlight" by Robert E Howard, Full Length Short Story
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- Опубликовано: 25 июл 2024
- Conan The Destroyer "Shadows In The Moonlight" by Robert E. Howard
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SYNOPSIS
Conan The Destroyer is back! In "Shadows In The Moonlight", Conan seeks
vengeance against the man responsible for the gruesome deaths of his comrades. He frees a beautiful princess-turned-prisoner named Olivia; she accompanies him as they seek to escape an island haunted by mysterious danger lurking in the darkness.
In addition to this complication, Conan and Olivia soon encounter an unexpected surprise: Pirates! Now, Conan must find away to get Olivia safely off the island while evading both the bloodthirsty pirates, and the unknown evil that would have them all for a feast...
THE FIRST PAGE
A swift crashing of horses through the tall reeds; a heavy fall, a despairing cry. From the dying steed there staggered up its rider, a slender girl in sandals and girdled tunic. Her dark hair fell over her white shoulders, her eyes were those of a trapped animal. She did not look at the jungle of reeds that hemmed in the little clearing, nor at the blue waters that lapped the low shore behind her. Her wide-eyed gaze was fixed in agonized intensity on the horseman who pushed through the reedy screen and dismounted before her.
He was a tall man, slender, but hard as steel. From head to heel he was clad in light silvered mesh-mail that fitted his supple form like a glove. From under the dome-shaped, gold-chased helmet his brown eyes regarded her mockingly.
'Stand back!' her voice shrilled with terror. 'Touch me not, Shah Amurath, or I will throw myself into the water and drown!'
He laughed, and his laughter was like the purr of a sword sliding from a silken sheath.
'No, you will not drown, Olivia, daughter of confusion, for the marge is too shallow, and I can catch you before you can reach the deeps. You gave me a merry chase, by the gods, and all my men are far behind us. But there is no horse west of Vilayet that can distance Irem for long.' He nodded at the tall, slender-legged desert stallion behind him.
'Let me go!' begged the girl, tears of despair staining her face. 'Have I not suffered enough? Is there any humiliation, pain or degradation you have not heaped on me? How long must my torment last?'
'As long as I find pleasure in your whimperings, your pleas, tears and writhings,' he answered with a smile that would have seemed gentle to a stranger. 'You are strangely virile, Olivia. I wonder if I shall ever weary of you, as I have always wearied of women before. You are ever fresh and unsullied, in spite of me. Each new day with you brings a new delight.
'But come-let us return to Akif, where the people are still feting the conqueror of the miserable kozaki; while he, the conqueror, is engaged in recapturing a wretched fugitive, a foolish, lovely, idiotic runaway!'
'No!' She recoiled, turning toward the waters lapping bluely among the reeds.
'Yes!' His flash of open anger was like a spark struck from flint. With a quickness her tender limbs could not approximate, he caught her wrist, twisting it in pure wanton cruelty until she screamed and sank to her knees.
'Slut! I should drag you back to Akif at my horse's tail, but I will be merciful and carry you on my saddle-bow, for which favor you shall humbly thank me, while-'
He released her with a startled oath and sprang back, his saber flashing out, as a terrible apparition burst from the reedy jungle sounding an inarticulate cry of hate.
Olivia, staring up from the ground, saw what she took to be either a savage or a madman advancing on Shah Amurath in an attitude of deadly menace. He was powerfully built, naked but for a girdled loincloth, which was stained with blood and crusted with dried mire. His black mane was matted with mud and clotted blood; there were streaks of dried blood on his chest and limbs, dried blood on the long straight sword he gripped in his right hand. From under the tangle of his locks, bloodshot eyes glared like coals of blue fire.
'You Hyrkanian dog!' mouthed this apparition in a barbarous accent. 'The devils of vengeance have brought you here!'
CHAPTERS
Start - 0:00
Thank You - 0:21
Audiobooky.co Learn More - 0:31
Feature Presentation - 0:41
Chapter I - 0:49
Chapter II - 33:59
Chapter III - 56:59
Chapter IV - 1:12:27
Outro - 1:17:37 
Развлечения
As a 71 yr old who had all the original lancer paperbacks and hardcover book of Robert E Howards Red Nails I say "WELL DONE"!!! Lads❤
Thank you! We have quite a few Conan stories for you, enjoy!
I still have that one and many many more the artwork alone sets Conan apart but the story telling sets it above others
a quivering of frenzy in the stranger's voice.
Another great one, thank you! :)
I'd never read the Conan books, but thanks to your channel, I've found a new author I really enjoy. So good to have a real human reading too, thank you.
New author?
@@PXR5-PXR5 New to me. I'd never read anything by him, that's what I meant. Have a good one.
Thanks for this channel!
Thank you for joining us!
"fell to" with "eating" implied.
nice likenesses.
he hove it above his head.
with a flashing of white tusks.
Great reading
Howrad's laconic writting is unique! Another great story with conan not in the lead role once more. The endings of Howard's Conan stories always end abruptly and this is my only complaint.
Great narration. Is it me or has the narrator made The Island of Dr Moreau by Wells? Love his voice, accentuation and pace.
By Crom, we thank you!
there was a ripping crashing.
the rustling of her small feet.
Many of these likenesses are very enjoyable. Right now the ship in the bay. Except it is a frigate, though. Didn't the text say that it is a galley? But I like the looking of a frigate more than that of a galley anyway.
Timber wolves, at the time of writin, were of nortwestern North America nowhere else. [later] Durin the last forty years or so they and coyotes have migrated to the eastern seabord of North America and southward.
Funny, Sergius wearin combat boots and with no scalp's lock. Not bad, but not very careful in details. Supposed to be wearin shemitish slippers with upturned toes, ja?
Awesome
That was fucking AWESOME!!
👍your voice reminds me of Doug Bradley sometimes
Mainly your readin is satisfactory to me. Just to be helpful I like to point out details that may you may regard as bein useful. "Debris" is France Talk, so the French rules of pronunciation apply to it.
We appreciate it :)
we'll scorch king Yildiz's pantaloons.
indisputably cut and shapen.
flee from this awful island.
let me to go.
Conan has thr rizz