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A Witch Shall Be Born

Auhtor: Robert Ervin Howard

Language: english
Published: 1934

Genres:

fiction,  fantasy,  short stories
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Review by C. F. Hill, November 2009


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Witch Shall Be Born':

... was spat from between the snarling red lips. She did not die! Fool! Oh, enough of this mummery! Look-and let your sight be blasted! Light ran suddenly ...
... Aye, they tell the tale in the market-places, with wagging beards and rolling eyes, the pious fools! They tell how the first queen of our line ...
... Salome made an impatient gesture. Enough of this farce let us on to the next act in the comedy. Listen, dear sister: it was I who sent Constantius ...
... Death The young soldier's hose and shirt were smeared with dried blood, wet with sweat and gray with dust. Blood oozed from the deep gash in his thigh, ...
... the lacerations in his hands and feet. Constantius saluted him mockingly. I am sorry, captain, he said, that I cannot remain to ease your last hours, ...
... Against a crimson rampart that banded the horizon the towers of the city floated unreal as a dream. The very sky was tinged with blood to his misted ...
... over the Cimmerian's fingers. He lay so still he might have been dead, except for the spasmodic rise and fall of his great chest. The spike ...
... sweat dripping from his face and body. Cramps assailed him and he clamped his jaws against the desire to retch. Olgerd, watching him impersonally, ...
... for protection, they are helpless under the present conditions. So the savage revolt of the rural sections, which would be a certainty in any Western ...
... foul-smelling smoke curling up from the dome, heard all night the frenetic chanting of the queen, and the agonized cries of her tortured captives ...
... the door, her anklets clashing at each step, her ear pendants winking in the torch-glare. A few moments later she emerged from a door under ...
... Khauran? There'll be no siege, answered the Cimmerian. I know how to draw Constantius out into the plain. And what then? cried Olgerd with an oath. ...
... true significance, bringing a realization that Conan spoke no idle boast. The giant blackmailed figure before him was the real chief of the Zuagirs. Not ...
... their race-the utter lack of doubt or of mercy. The streets and the walls were lined with throngs of people who watched silently these warriors of an ...
... and the roofs that overlooked it was there any sign of life. There the people massed thickly. They made no demonstration, did not know whether to hope ...
... this, the false queen and her slave passed through a heavy door at the other end that let them into the dim-lit recesses of the prison. They had emerged ...
... failed! Oh, you are hurt! A scratch! He put aside her clinging hands. Quick, Ivga, tell me which way they went! They fled across the square toward ...
... at their head a giant figure in black mail. Conan! shrieked Valerius. Conan! The giant yelled a command. Without checking their headlong pace, ...
... with white-robed horsemen, in a wavering line that stretched from the walls of Khauran to a spot far out in the plain. Conan the Cimmerian sat at ...
... Howard created the genre now known as sword-and-sorcery in the late 1920s and early 1930s, spawning a wide swath of imitators and giving him an influence ...