She Devil - Robert E. Howard - E-Book

She Devil E-Book

Robert E. Howard

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In "She Devil" by Robert E. Howard, the provocative Raquel and the stranded sailor Bill Clanton set out to find the elusive ambergris on a remote, treacherous island. Battling fierce natives and facing perilous obstacles, the duo must use their wits and resort to cunning tricks to survive and claim their freedom, all while navigating the dangerous waters of trust and betrayal.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

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She Devil

Robert E. Howard

SYNOPSIS

In “She Devil” by Robert E. Howard, the provocative Raquel and the stranded sailor Bill Clanton set out to find the elusive ambergris on a remote, treacherous island. Battling fierce natives and facing perilous obstacles, the duo must use their wits and resort to cunning tricks to survive and claim their freedom, all while navigating the dangerous waters of trust and betrayal.

Keywords

Passion, Betrayal, Swordsman

NOTICE

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She Devil

 

Outside, where dawn was just dispelling the fog-wisps from the South Pacific waters, the sea was calm, but a typhoon was raging in the cabin of the Saucy Wench. Most of the thunder was supplied by Captain Harrigan--vociferous oratory, charged with brimstone and sulfur, punctuated with resounding bangs of a hairy fist on the table across which he was bellowing damnation and destruction at Raquel O'Shane, who screamed back at him. Between them they were making so much noise they did not hear the sudden shouting that burst forth on deck.

"Shut up!" bawled the captain. He was broad as a door and his undershirt revealed a chest and arms muscled and hairy as an ape's. A growth of whiskers bristled his jaws, and his eyes blazed. He was a spectacle to daunt any woman, even if she had not known him as Bully Harrigan, smuggler, blackbirder, pearl-thief and pirate, when opportunity offered itself.

"Shut up!" he repeated. "One more yap out of you, you Spanish-Irish gutter-snipe, and I'll bend one on your jaw!"

Being a man of primal impulses, he demonstrated his meaning by a fervent swipe of a mallet-like fist, which Raquel dodged with the agility of much practice. She was slim and supple, with foamy black hair, dark eyes that blazed with deviltry, and an ivory-tinted skin, heritage of her mixed Celtic-Latin blood, that made men's heads swim at first sight. Her figure agitated by her movements, was a poem of breath-taking grace.

"Pig!" she screamed. "Don't you dare lay a finger on me!" This was purely rhetorical; Harrigan had laid a finger on her more than once during the past weeks, to say nothing of whole fists, belaying pins, and rope's ends. But she was still untamed.

She too banged the table and cursed in three languages.

"You've treated me like a dog all the way from Brisbane!" she raged. "Getting tired of me, are you, after taking me away from a good job in San Francisco--"

"I took you--" The enormity of the accusation choked the captain. "Why, you Barbary Coast hussy, the first time I ever saw you was that night you climbed aboard as we were pulling' out and begged me on your blasted knees to take you to sea and save you from the cops, account of your knifing' a Wop in that Water Street honky-tonk where you were working', you--"