Conan The Destroyer in "Gods Of The North", by Robert E. Howard
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SYNOPSIS
"Gods Of The North" follows Conan The Destroyer as he wanders through a wintry, desolate landscape. Conan's journey begins with the Cimmerian facing off against a small army of Viking warriors. Soon after, Conan encounters a mysterious and alluring woman, Atali, who taunts him and leads him into a perilous chase. As the pursuit unfolds, Conan faces the harsh elements of the frozen wilderness, frost giants, and ancient gods.
THE FIRST PAGE
Across the red drifts and mail-clad forms, two figures glared at each other. In that utter desolation only they moved. The frosty sky was over them, the white illimitable plain around them, the dead men at their feet. Slowly through the corpses they came, as ghosts might come to a tryst through the shambles of a dead world. In the brooding silence they stood face to face.
Both were tall men, built like tigers. Their shields were gone, their corselets battered and dinted. Blood dried on their mail; their swords were stained red. Their horned helmets showed the marks of fierce strokes. One was beardless and black-maned. The locks and beard of the other were red as the blood on the sunlit snow.
"Man," said he, "tell me your name, so that my brothers in Vanaheim may know who was the last of Wulfhere's band to fall before the sword of Heimdul."
"Not in Vanaheim," growled the black-haired warrior, "but in Valhalla will you tell your brothers that you met Conan of Cimmeria."
Heimdul roared and leaped, and his sword flashed in deathly arc. Conan staggered and his vision was filled with red sparks as the singing blade crashed on his helmet, shivering into bits of blue fire. But as he reeled he thrust with all the power of his broad shoulders behind the humming blade. The sharp point tore through brass scales and bones and heart, and the red-haired warrior died at Conan's feet.
The Cimmerian stood upright, trailing his sword, a sudden sick weariness assailing him. The glare of the sun on the snow cut his eyes like a knife and the sky seemed shrunken and strangely apart. He turned away from the trampled expanse where yellow-bearded warriors lay locked with red-haired slayers in the embrace of death. A few steps he took, and the glare of the snow fields was suddenly dimmed. A rushing wave of blindness engulfed him and he sank down into the snow, supporting himself on one mailed arm, seeking to shake the blindness out of his eyes as a lion might shake his mane.
A silvery laugh cut through his dizziness, and his sight cleared slowly. He looked up; there was a strangeness about all the landscape that he could not place or define—an unfamiliar tinge to earth and sky. But he did not think long of this. Before him, swaying like a sapling in the wind, stood a woman. Her body was like ivory to his dazed gaze, and save for a light veil of gossamer, she was naked as the day. Her slender bare feet were whiter than the snow they spurned. She laughed down at the bewildered warrior. Her laughter was sweeter than the rippling of silvery fountains, and poisonous with cruel mockery.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Robert E. Howard (1906-1936) was an American pulp fiction writer best known for his contributions to the sword and sorcery genre. Born in Peaster, Texas, Howard displayed an early passion for storytelling and adventure, influenced by his love for history and mythology. He created iconic characters such as Conan the Barbarian, Solomon Kane, and Kull the Conqueror, establishing himself as a pioneer of pulp fiction during the 1920s and 1930s. Howard's works often featured themes of heroism, violence, and a deep appreciation for the wild and untamed aspects of existence.
CHAPTERS
0:00 - Intro
0:22 - Thank You
0:33 - audiobooky.co
0:41 - Feature Presentation
0:49 - Part 1
5:42 - Part 2
16:25 - Part 3
20:08 - Outro
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