Gods of the North E-Book

Robert E. Howard

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 16

Beschreibung

"Gods of the North" by Robert E. Howard later rewritten as "The Frost-Giant's Daughter" is a thrilling fantasy short. After a fierce battle in the frozen north, Amra (Conan) encounters the supernatural entity, Atali, the daughter of Ymir, the frost giant god. As he pursues her, the cimerian is drawn into a confrontation with her brothers, leading to a climactic battle that underscores themes of courage, the supernatural, and the enduring struggle against formidable foes.

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Gods of the North

Robert E. Howard

SYNOPSIS

"Gods of the North" by Robert E. Howard later rewritten as “The Frost-Giant's Daughter" is a thrilling fantasy short. After a fierce battle in the frozen north, Amra (Conan) encounters the supernatural entity, Atali, the daughter of Ymir, the frost giant god. As he pursues her, the cimerian is drawn into a confrontation with her brothers, leading to a climactic battle that underscores themes of courage, the supernatural, and the enduring struggle against formidable foes.

Keywords

Conan, Supernatural, Norse

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Gods of the North

The clangor of the swords had died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed; silence lay on the red-stained snow. The pale bleak sun that glittered so blindingly from the icefields and the snow-covered plains struck sheens of silver from rent corselet and broken blade, where the dead lay in heaps. The nerveless hand yet gripped the broken hilt; helmeted heads, back-drawn in the death throes, tilted red beards and golden beards grimly upward, as if in last invocation to Ymir the frost-giant.