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Fantasy | Conan The Destroyer: "Jewels of Gwahlur" by Robert E. Howard - Audiobooky
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- Conan The Destroyer in "Jewels of Gwahlur", by Robert E. Howard
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SYNOPSIS
Conan The Destroyer is back, in "Jewels of Gwahlur"! Robert E. Howard's beloved barbarian hero seeks the Teeth Of Gwahlur, a collection of gems valuable enough to make their owner the wealthiest person alive.
The Teeth Of Gwahlur are held in an ancient temple in Keshan, a nation that does not tolerate the presense of unattached strangers within its borders. To make matters worse, Conan's Stygian rival, Thutmekri, is hot on his tail, seeking to procure the Teeth for himself.
Between his rivalry with Thutmekri, an encounter with a thousand-year-old goddess, and the local high priests guarding them, Conan will have to use all of his cunning to find...
the Jewels Of Gwahlur!
THE FIRST PAGE
Chapter One. Paths of Intrigue.
The cliffs rose sheer from the jungle, towering ramparts of stone that glinted jade-blue and dull crimson in the rising sun, and curved away and away to east and west above the waving emerald ocean of fronds and leaves. It looked insurmountable, that giant palisade with its sheer curtains of solid rock in which bits of quartz winked dazzlingly in the sunlight. But the man who was working his tedious way upward was already halfway to the top.
He came of a race of hillmen, accustomed to scaling forbidding crags, and he was a man of unusual strength and agility. His only garment was a pair of short red silk breeks, and his sandals were slung to his back, out of his way, as were his sword and dagger.
The man was powerfully built, supple as a panther. His skin was bronzed by the sun, his square-cut black mane confined by a silver band about his temples. His iron muscles, quick eyes and sure feet served him well here, for it was a climb to test these qualities to the utmost. A hundred and fifty feet below him waved the jungle. An equal distance above him the rim of the cliffs was etched against the morning sky.
He labored like one driven by the necessity of haste; yet he was forced to move at a snail's pace, clinging like a fly on a wall. His groping hands and feet found niches and knobs, precarious holds at best, and sometimes he virtually hung by his finger nails. Yet upward he went, clawing, squirming, fighting for every foot. At times he paused to rest his aching muscles, and, shaking the sweat out of his eyes, twisted his head to stare searchingly out over the jungle, combing the green expanse for any trace of human life or motion.
Now the summit was not far above him, and he observed, only a few feet above his head, a break in the sheer stone of the cliff. An instant later he had reached it-a small cavern, just below the edge of the rim. As his head rose above the lip of its floor, he grunted. He clung there, his elbows hooked over the lip. The cave was so tiny that it was little more than a niche cut in the stone, but held an occupant. A shriveled mummy, cross-legged, arms folded on the withered breast upon which the shrunken head was sunk, sat in the little cavern. The limbs were bound in place with rawhide thongs which had become mere rotted wisps. If the form had ever been clothed, the ravages of time had long ago reduced the garments to dust. But thrust between the crossed arms and the shrunken breast there was a roll of parchment, yellowed with age to the color of old ivory.
The climber stretched forth a long arm and wrenched away this cylinder. Without investigation he thrust it into his girdle and hauled himself up until he was standing in the opening of the niche. A spring upward and he caught the rim of the cliffs and pulled himself up and over almost with the same motion.
There he halted, panting, and stared downward.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Robert Ervin Howard (January 22, 1906 - June 11, 1936) was an American writer, primarily known for his contributions to the fantasy and pulp fiction genres. He is best remembered as the creator of Conan the Barbarian, one of the most iconic characters in sword and sorcery literature.
CHAPTERS
0:00 - Start
0:22 - Thank You
0:33 - audiobooky.co
0:41 - Feature Presentation
0:52 - Chapter I: Paths Of Intrigue
30:18 - Chapter II: A Goddess Awakens
50:40 - Chapter III: The Return Of The Oracle
1:12:07 - Chapter IV: The Teeth Of Gwahlur
1:47:27 - Outro
Due to recent injury I've had to slow down for the first time in 20 years. These readings have been a great escape while going through this. Well done, I appreciate the effort. Ty
Thank you and may Crom speed your recovery!
@@audiobooky Crom would laugh at my weakness and cast my body to a herd of swine. 😆
@@rorrym831 lol
Hahahaha. Well then try Wr-Alda, The Oldest One. Become better soon.
@@rorrym831
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This story, was one of the one's,, that have made our beloved Robert E Howard, immortal.
Audiobooky did it justice.
Thank you!
I loved this reading. It's the first of these short stories that I had heard, thinking previously what I had been taught as a teen, that this was mindless garbage. But, my parents were wrong. These are fun adventures!
Fortunately, my highly literate parents had no idea we were consuming these books like candy until one day in about the 9th grade I cheekily told my mom about a Conan adventure I was reading. She went into her stash (didn't know she had one) and introduced me to Ian Fleming's 007, and my dad mentioned after dinner his father was an avid Louis L'Amour fan and read an entire western every night before bed. After that, they flooded me with whatever I wanted to read. I don't think they ever got my interest in reading National Lampoon the way I did but...
As a Conan fan for the past 50 years, I can't compliment you enough about the work you're doing here. Sterling narration and sound engineering, beautiful artwork. So nice to see Howard's hero given the treatment the material deserves
Thank you.
This is a passion for us, thank you for listening and the kind words!
Outstanding reading!! Thank you!!
"Glid" is a word. Heard in various English Irish and Scottish dialects. My woman uses this word.
"My woman"......awesome
Loving these, thank you.
That was a real treat. Thank you
Damn good. Well done.
The art on this thumbnail ♥
that glare lit a gallery.
Over 5 comments, maybe just shut up.
Shut what, exactly. A door? A lid? Shut what?
@@mr.dragoncrypto4138
I think you made some really good choices. They go a long way to smoothing things out
I set the speed to .75.
Good call thanks =)
Great , thankyou
I have the book. Got it a very long time ago in some random used bookshop. 🍻
glid through the dense growth
Thanks!
probably carven with the skill of a forgotten art
Conan glid deeper in the thicket
Glid. To move smoothly or gracefully. The past tense of glide. Tell me you're ignorant without telling me you're ignorant. Oops, too late.
What an imagination. Howard wrote "glided".
@@mr.dragoncrypto4138
the furtive padding of a foot.
Here you rightly spoke "niche", elswhere you said "nitch", as I noted in comment. 24:09
Maybe it wasn't you, but some other's videograph.
Appreciate all the feedback. We're a small production and still learning to be efficient with editing while keeping to our weekly deadline. Hope you'll stick around while we improve :)
Thank you for the attention. I picked your channel from among sundry tried. Most of my comments pertain to the writing and not the speaking. Amount of comments does help your rating with TH-cam. I might have misremembered where I heard "nitch". Magpie Audiao is the togo for Holmes,. btw, in case you may not be familiar.
@@audiobooky
the long dark lashes WERE lifted
Adding were is unnecessary and redundant. You are not smart enough to try editing. Maybe just shut up.
Great stories but I didn't know this was An english class...
53:48 is that AI or hand-painted? If hand-painted, then it was right much work for that painter.
her slender arm WAS lifted, or lifted itself. either passive voice or else direct object required.
To those that said "glid" that's the past tense , glid-ed/ing is the present tense . I'll grant I was listening at work , but didn't hear to much that was off .
Nice pictures.
Anyone else having a problem with the first couple of words in each sentence going silent?
you'll befool them easily.
the breath WAS sucked thrugh his teeth.
it was a climbing to test these qualities to the utmost [the utmost what?]
It means 'to the extreme'
Thank you for your well meaning.
the extreme what? If you thought that you answered the question, you didn't. I already knew what "utmost" means. It is an adjective or adverb, in this case an adjective word. What is the noun, that is my question.
@@weediestbroom
no sound nor movement was down the tunnel
the passing of a very long spreading of time.
he glid around the curve of the court.
he glid into the tunnel.
and carven with many rich arabesques.
the chest toppled on over. Over what?
the cliffs that encircled the valley.
glid from the niche.
Greek "Kimmeroi" therefore hard "c" in "Cimmerian".
Alas I'm unable to cope with the narration 😢
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An ant would have crushed him? 1:09:30
her face sunken in her arms.
The past participle is sunk, sunken is only an adjective, ie. a sunken ship.
Only among intruders and intrudresses. Not among the best folks.
@@weediestbroom
The teeth (the teeth)
The teeth (the teeth)
Of Gwahlur
& U better believe it!
did you think that you could befool me?
a gigantic head was carven.
had proven to be realities.
The chamber was much better lit.
"bestial" not "beastial".
Niche, not nitch. Learn France talk.
Good, and enjoyable.
Glad you think so!