Fantasy | Conan The Destroyer "The Devil In Iron" by Robert E. Howard, Full Length Short Story
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- Опубликовано: 25 июл 2024
- Conan The Destroyer in "The Devil In Iron" by Robert E. Howard
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SYNOPSIS
In "The Devil In Iron", Conan journeys to the heavily-fortified island of Xapur. The Cimmerian has come to rescue a girl from the clutches of the local warlord, Jehungir Agha, whose once-profitable slave trading business Conan has sworn to destroy.
Unbeknownst to either Conan or Jehungir, however, the island of Xapur is home to an ancient evil whose slumber has just been disturbed...
THE FIRST PAGE
The fisherman loosened his knife in its scabbard. The gesture was instinctive, for what he feared was nothing a knife could slay, not even the saw-edged crescent blade of the Yuetshi that could disembowel a man with an upward stroke. Neither man nor beast threatened him in the solitude which brooded over the castellated isle of Xapur.
He had climbed the cliffs, passed through the jungle that bordered them, and now stood surrounded by evidences of a vanished state. Broken columns glimmered among the trees, the straggling lines of crumbling walls meandered off into the shadows, and under his feet were broad paves, cracked and bowed by roots growing beneath.
The fisherman was typical of his race, that strange people whose origin is lost in the gray dawn of the past, and who have dwelt in their rude fishing huts along the southern shore of the Sea of Vilayet since time immemorial. He was broadly built, with long apish arms and a mighty chest, but with lean loins and thin bandy legs. His face was broad, his forehead low and retreating, his hair thick and tangled. A belt for a knife and a rag for a loin-cloth were all he wore in the way of clothing.
That he was where he was proved that he was less dully incurious than most of his people. Men seldom visited Xapur. It was uninhabited, all but forgotten, merely one among the myriad isles which dotted the great inland sea. Men called it Xapur, the Fortified, because of its ruins, remnants of some prehistoric kingdom, lost and forgotten before the conquering Hyborians had ridden southward. None knew who reared those stones, though dim legends lingered among the Yuetshi which half intelligibly suggested a connection of immeasurable antiquity between the fishers and the unknown island kingdom.
But it had been a thousand years since any Yuetshi had understood the import of these tales; they repeated them now as a meaningless formula, a gibberish framed by their lips by custom. No Yuetshi had come to Xapur for a century. The adjacent coast of the mainland was uninhabited, a reedy marsh given over to the grim beasts that haunted it. The fisher's village lay some distance to the south, on the mainland. A storm had blown his frail fishing craft far from his accustomed haunts, and wrecked it in a night of flaring lightning and roaring waters on the towering cliffs of the isle. Now in the dawn the sky shone blue and clear, the rising sun made jewels of the dripping leaves. He had climbed the cliffs to which he had clung through the night because, in the midst of the storm, he had seen an appalling lance of lightning fork out of the black heavens, and the concussion of its stroke, which had shaken the whole island, had been accompanied by a cataclysmic crash that he doubted could have resulted from a riven tree.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Robert Ervin Howard (January 22, 1906 - June 11, 1936) was an American writer, primarily known for his contributions to the fantasy and pulp fiction genres. He is best remembered as the creator of Conan the Barbarian, one of the most iconic characters in sword and sorcery literature.
From a young age, he showed a keen interest in literature, history, and storytelling, often immersing himself in books and inventing his own tales. Howard began his writing career as a teenager, contributing to various pulp magazines of the time, including "Weird Tales."
In addition to Conan, Howard created other memorable characters, such as Solomon Kane, Bran Mak Morn, and Kull of Atlantis. He explored a range of genres, including historical fiction, horror, and westerns, often infusing his tales with elements of the supernatural and the occult.
Today, Robert E. Howard is celebrated as one of the pioneers of sword and sorcery fiction, known for his dynamic storytelling, memorable characters, and the evocative worlds he created. His writings continue to captivate audiences with their exploration of heroism, mythology, and the triumph of the human spirit in the face of adversity.
CHAPTERS
Start - 0:00
Thank You - 0:22
Feature Presentation - 0:35
Chapter I - 0:43
Chapter II - 7:00
Chapter III - 17:28
Chapter IV - 22:52
Chapter V - 39:58
Chapter VI - 50:16
Outro - 1:16:43 
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Fifty years ago I , as a thirty year old, read all the paperbacks that I could find...
Thank you for taking me back.
It's a pleasure to read comments like this, thank you. You're probably going to enjoy what we're releasing next :)
Me too..read the ace editions in the mid 70's..
38.45 "pulling the paniel shit after him".😆 Amazing how good AI narration is now.
Thank you. I always enjoy this Conan story.
Glad you enjoy it :)
Excellent
with a sudden gaspin of relief.
Very good narration!
Great narration, easy to listen to. Thank you!!
easy whereto to be listened.
Brilliant!
It's almost 2am; that sound effect at the end of Ch. 1 startled the sht out of me! xD Oh, it was graphic sounding lol
😅
Thank you for sharing!. And may Crom be with you!
May Crom be with you!
Narrators got a good voice.
Thank you for this.
the lids flared openward.
Good job
Crom bless you, son
And may Crom bless you, friend
to the beast wherefrom she had escaped.
and peered inward.
This was excellent! Great narration :)
A great narration indeed as always the case with Nigel on board!
And one of howard's best conan stories so far imho.
Thank you!
steps carven into the cliff.
she did not like the lookin of zem zere shadders.that were of the hue of ebony.
I had read the paper back books 1969
the beast wherefrom she had escaped.
Direct quotes- all of it. The best kind. Thanks! my only regret was not knowing what khosatral khel transmutated into when he died. Being an artist I tried very hard to imagine what he looked like after that transmutation.
And what did you imagine?
@@audiobooky good question. First, i want to quote the part that happened, at the beginning "... in the likeness of a man it turned and fell. But, it was not the likeness of a man which struck the sward. Where there had been the likeness of a face, there was no face at all. And the metal limbs, melted and changed. In its death throes khosatral had become again the thing which had crawed up from the abyss milleniums gone..."What I imagined was a mass about 1.5 meters across, having several unstable eyes with merging pupils, with pulsing internal organs which looked nothing like any organs within known paleontology within a translucent membrane which was in the process of destabilizing. With an obscene puddle beginning to to bubble before it lay completely still
she swam onward.
the faint clackin of muffled oars.
sunken deeplier than was natural. sunken more deeply than was natural.
The man on the dais hove upward to a sittin position.
artist ignored "square-cut hair" 34:16
Again!! Fucking AWESOME!!
please define "fucking" as it applies to this context, thank you. Is it a metaphor or literal? If it is a metaphor, please delineate the similarity between the literal meanin of the word, and the thing that it is meant to describe, thank you.
@@SembuaHumpdediddle BOT
@@SembuaHumpdediddle If you know anything about linguistics you would know that fuck can be used as a noun, verb, adjective, interjection, adverb... or as used here, which is probably the most common usage, as an intensifier. An intensifier is a modifier that serves to enhance/intensify the meaning of the word it modifies, in this case "awesome".
I.e, they used "fucking" to properly convey the emotional context.
Who asked you?
@@PohjanKarhu
You have contaminated the conversation. When Andy will answer, how will we know whether or not his answer will have bee affected by that, which you wrote? You have deprived him of the benefit of self-examination.
@@PohjanKarhu
human hands could have shapen them.
he glid through.
they glid through the trees.
a metal catchin.
and glid toward the carven stairs.
he glid toward the walls.
Do you ever have anything nice to say?
have you ever anything nice to be said?
@@Archer-Sterling
This chick had some scary karma, but not as bad as some others. Obviously sundered from the warding of "God" or Wr-Alda.
Where did you find that giant twig?
On the whole, I enjoy your reading. "bowed", not "bowed". Like an archery bow.
it WAS smashed into threads and splinters.
carven into solid rock
The paintings of Conan don't show the kind of musculature that comes from working, but from bodily sculpting. Did Robert Erwin Howard write anything about Conan's taking time to do bodily sculpting? Bodily sculpting is more feminine on the spectrum than is simply doing work, or even developing pure strength.
who had carven his way. Right after writin "had carved his way", Robert wrote "the carven stairs", so he contradicted his own way of conjugatin the verb "to carve". He didn't write "he walked up the weared steps" but he wrote "he walked up the worn steps". Too late to fix it now, but the reader of this comment can be fixed anyhow.
Conan's hair began to lift what?
broken pavins.
With a desperate be-wrenchin.
Ebony, pronouced Eh-bon-ee
Otherwise, a good reading!
his cryins were awful to be heard.
steps carven into the cliff.