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The Father of Conan
Black Talons
Joel Brill slapped shut the book he had been scanning, and gave vent to his dissatisfaction in language more appropriate for the deck of a whaling ship than for the library of the exclusive Corinthian Club. Buckley, seated in an alcove nearby, grinned quietly.
Pigeons from Hell
The Valley of the Worm
The Purple Heart of Erlik
Black Canaan
Black Vulmeas Vengeance
Cursing luridly he lurched in a reeling run across the poop to the swivel-gun which stood at the head of the larboard ladder. Seizing this he swung it about until its muzzle bore full on the bulwark of the approaching frigate.
Fangs of Gold
Graveyard Rats
Moon of Zambebwei
Names In The Black Book
The Black Stone
But he spoke of it as one of the keys-a phrase used many times by him, in various relations, and constituting one of the obscurities of his work. And he hinted briefly at curious sights to be seen about the monolith on midsummer's night.
The Cairn on the Headland
As if sensing my thoughts, Ortali wheeled to face me.. I quickly slipped the stone into my pocket, not knowing whether he noted the action. But he must have seen the red killing instinct burning in my eyes, for again he recoiled and again his hand sought the hidden revolver.
Sea Curse
The Fire of Asshurbanipal
The Haunter of the Ring
The Horror From The Mound
Brill nodded abstractedly, hardly heeding. Of all the continent of North America there is no section so haunted by tales of lost or hidden treasure as is the Southwest. Uncounted wealth passed back and forth over the hills and plains of Texas and New Mexico in the old days when Spain owned the gold and silver mines of the New World and controlled the rich fur trade of the West, and echoes of that wealth linger on in tales of golden caches. Some such vagrant dream, born of failure and pressing poverty, rose in Brill's mind.
The House of Arabu
The Tomb's Secret
Wolfshead
THE 'SOLOMON KANE' STORIES:
Skulls in the Stars
Kane eyed the boy piercingly. The lad squirmed and shuffled his feet. "Since this moor road is so dour to wayfarers," said the Puritan, "why did not the villagers tell me the whole tale, instead of vague mouthings?"
The Footfalls Within
Red Shadows
Rattle of Bones
The Moon of Skulls
The Hills of the Dead
Wings in the Night
Kane shrugged his broad shoulders and his hand unconsciously touched the black butts of his heavy pistols, the hilt of his long rapier, and the dirk in his belt.
THE 'EL BORAK' STORIES:
The Daughter of Erlik Khan
Hawk of the Hills
Scenery, however awesome, is but a background for the human drama in its varying phases. Gordon's soul was a maelstrom of wrath, and the distant, dwindling shout below him drove crimson waves of murder surging through his brain.
Blood of The Gods
Son Of The White Wolf
The Country of The Knife
THE 'CONAN' STORIES:
The Phoenix on the Sword
"Go into the night, creatures of the night," a voice mocked. "Oh, fools, your doom hounds your heels like a blind dog, and you know it not."
The Scarlet Citadel
The Tower of the Elephant
Black Colossus
This unnaturalness was in keeping with the general aura of these devil-haunted ruins. This desert was the mysterious expanse lying southeast of the lands of Shem. A few days' ride on camel-back to the southwest, as Shevatas knew
The Slithering Shadow
The Pool Of The Black One
Rogues in the House
"Within the hour. There is but one guard in this part of the dungeon at night. He can be bribed; he has been bribed. See, here are the keys to your chains.
Shadows In The Moonlight
Queen Of The Black Coast
The Devil in Iron
People Of The Black Circle
Her voice died at the utter vacancy of his face. A low confused moan waned from his mouth. The slave-girls at the foot of the dais whimpered with fear, and Yasmina beat her breast in anguish.
A Witch Shall Be Born
Jewels of Gwahlur
Beyond the Black River
urning, he stepped back to the hushes and pulled them apart. Still not certain just what had happened, the wayfarer from the east advanced and stared down into the bushes. A man lay there, a short, dark, thickly-muscled man, naked except for a loin-cloth, a necklace of human teeth and a brass armlet.
Shadows in Zamboula
The Hour of the Dragon
Red Nails
Gods of the North
He spoke no word as he drove at her, fingers spread to grip her soft flesh. With a shriek of laughter she leaped back and ran, laughing at him over her white shoulder. With a low growl Conan followed. He had forgotten the fight, forgotten the mailed warriors who lay in their blood
From the Magazines
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General Ironfist
Fist and Fang
Circus Fists
Champ of the Forecastle
Alleys of Peril
Alleys of Darkness
Breckenridge Elkins
The Riot at Cougar Paw
War On Bear Creek
The Scalp Hunter
The Road to Bear Creek
The Haunted Mountain
The Feud Buster
The Conquerin' Hero of the Humbolts
The Apache Mountain War
Sharp's Gun Serenade
Pistol Politics
While Smoke Rolled
Texas John Alden
Pilgrims To the Pecos
No Cowherders Wanted
Mountain Man
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