Gift from a priestess

The Greatest gift

The atmosphere was intoxicating.  Behind, Conan’s men moaned at their columns, backs lashed, his plot revealed.  His crime was great  ..  planning to steal from her god.  Famed for the brutal torture of her victims  ..  before she had them put to death.
And all around the air was redolent of threatening male might   ..  muscular guards, lean muscled temple-boys.  The power she could turn on him.

Strength, force, fears and menace – all clashed around Conan’s ears.



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