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- Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
In the heart of the exotic East, Marianne, a cunning collector of rare artifacts, joins forces with the daring thief Bill Clanton to steal the legendary Dragon of Kao Tsu from the powerful Shareef Ahmed. As they navigate a world of deception, danger, and double-crosses, the duo must outwit ruthless foes and escape perilous traps to claim the priceless treasure. But in a land where betrayal lurks behind every shadow, the greatest challenge may not be the heist itself—but surviving it.
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The Dragon of Kao Tsu
Robert E. Howard
SYNOPSIS
In the heart of the exotic East, Marianne, a cunning collector of rare artifacts, joins forces with the daring thief Bill Clanton to steal the legendary Dragon of Kao Tsu from the powerful Shareef Ahmed. As they navigate a world of deception, danger, and double-crosses, the duo must outwit ruthless foes and escape perilous traps to claim the priceless treasure. But in a land where betrayal lurks behind every shadow, the greatest challenge may not be the heist itself—but surviving it.
Keywords
Heist, Betrayal, Adventure
NOTICE
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The Dragon of Kao Tsu
The girl who stormed the back room of the Purple Dragon Bar where Wild Bill Clanton sat sipping a whiskey-and-soda, looked out of place in that dive. She advertised her place in the social register from her insolently tilted beret to her high French heels. She was tall and slender, but all her lines were supple and rounded, with melting curves that would make any man’s blood run faster. Just now her purplish eyes flashed and her pertly tilted breasts swelled stormily.
“You,” she accused Clanton, “are a thief, a liar, and a rat!”
“So what?” he retorted unimpressed, as he poured another drink.
“Why, you low-lived—!” Her refinement skidded a trifle in her resentment, and she began sketching his genealogy with language she never learned in the Junior League. He interrupted her peremptorily.
“Now you hold on! Some things nobody can call me, not even a lady! Sit down and cool off before something’ unpleasant happens to you!”
She wilted at the threat and drooped into the chair opposite him.
“This,” she said bitterly, “is what I get for associating with a gorilla like you. Why I do it, I don’t know.”
“I know,” he retorted. “Because you wanted Shareef Ahmed’s ivory dragon and I was the only man who could get it for you.”
“Yes, you were!” There was rancor in her tone, and her basilisk glare made him uneasy. You never could tell about these society dames! If she yanked a knife out of her garter, he meant to smack her down.
But she had no knife in her garter, as he could tell when she crossed her silk-clad legs with the regal indifference of a true aristocrat. She twitched down her skirt an inch or so, but not before he had a glimpse of white skin that made the blood boil to his head. Her indifference to his emotions was maddening.
Probably it had never occurred to Old Man Allison’s pampered daughter Marianne that a man on Clanton’s social plane would even think of making a pass at her, but he had to clench his hands to keep them off of her.
“What’s eating you?” he demanded.
For answer she produced something from her handbag and smacked it down accusingly before him. It was a small, pot-bellied ivory dragon, exquisitely carved and yellowed with age.
“It’s a fake!” she declared.
