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134 pages, Hardcover
First published October 1, 1933
“Water ran in rivulets from his great shoulders and down his heavy arms. His single garment—a pair of bright crimson silk breeks—was soaking wet, as was his broad gold-buckled girdle and the sheathed sword it supported. As he stood at the rail, the rising sun etched him like a great bronze statue. He ran his fingers through his streaming black mane, and his blue eyes lit as they rested on the girl.Ha! Told ya and stuff. Anyway, there a few other things worth highlighting here besides the Cimmerian Babe frolicking in the water:
"Who are you?" she demanded. "Whence did you come?"
He made a gesture toward the sea that took in a whole quarter of the compass, while his eyes did not leave her supple figure.
"Are you a merman, that you rise up out of the sea?" she asked, confused by the candor of his gaze, though she was accustomed to admiration.”


“It was a convulsion of obscenity, a spasm of lasciviousness – an exudation of secret hungers framed by compulsion: desire without pleasure, pain mated awfully to lust.”I say YUM to that, but my Conan can be treacherously sensitive sometimes, so he kinda sorta “froze with repulsion and shook with nausea” at the sight of such cosmic vileness, poor thing.
“The nails of the fingers provided further weapons, for they were grown like the talons of a wild beast. The face was a carven ebony mask. The eyes were tawny, a vibrant gold that glowed and glittered. But the face was inhuman; each line, each feature was stamped with evil—evil transcending the mere evil of humanity. The thing was not a human—it could not be; it was a growth of Life from the pits of blasphemous creation—a perversion of evolutionary development.”

“The sound of the hacking swords was like that of butchers' cleavers, and the shrieks, yells and curses were appalling.”My Barbarian Paramour and his buddies really know how to have a good time, think you not? I mean, there’s nothing quite like the rending of flesh, the crunching of bones and howls of pain and wrath, is there? Now if that isn’t Fun Times Central (FTC™), I don’t know what is.
“Conan hurried them up; his method was simple. He grasped loiterers by the scruff of the neck, impelled them violently through the gate, added impetus with a lusty kick in the rear, spicing his urgings for haste with pungent comments on the victim's ancestry.”No wonder the pirates/buccaneers/freebooters/whatever go so eagerly into battle and show bloodthirsty zeal. Hot Stuff sure knows how to motivate his minions!


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“They were eager for the time-honoured sport of baiting the stranger. Here he would be tested, and his future status in the crew decided … Sancha watched, tense with interest. She had become familiar with such scenes, and knew the baiting would be brutal and probably blood”
“Zaporavo made the mistake so many autocrats make, along in somber grandeur on the poop, he underestimated the man below him. He had his opportunity to kill and he let it pass, engrossed in his own gloomy ruminations. He did not find it easy to think any of the dogs beneath his feet constituted a menace to him. He had stood in the high places so long, and had ground so many foes underfoot, that he unconsciously assumed himself to be above the machinations of inferior rivals”