Immerse yourself in the thrilling world of Shadows in the Moonlight, a full-length fantasy audiobook by Robert E. Howard. In this captivating tale, the legendary Conan the Destroyer faces a perilous adventure under the shadowy moonlight. Stranded in a treacherous land and pursued by deadly foes, Conan must use his unmatched strength and cunning to survive the dangers that lurk in the darkness and uncover the truth behind an ancient conspiracy.

Howard’s vivid storytelling and the full-length format ensure an immersive experience that captures every moment of Conan’s epic journey. Whether you’re a longtime fan of Howard’s work or new to his fantasy tales, Shadows in the Moonlight offers an exciting and engaging adventure filled with high-stakes action and dark mysteries.

Highlights:

Full-length fantasy audiobook, uninterrupted
Dynamic narration that enhances the story's suspense and excitement
Perfect for fans of classic fantasy and heroic adventures

Join Conan the Destroyer in his battle against the shadows. Press play and dive into this epic fantasy adventure.



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THE FIRST PAGE

A swift crashing of horses through the tall reeds; a heavy fall, a despairing cry. From the dying steed there staggered up its rider, a slender girl in sandals and girdled tunic. Her dark hair fell over her white shoulders, her eyes were those of a trapped animal. She did not look at the jungle of reeds that hemmed in the little clearing, nor at the blue waters that lapped the low shore behind her. Her wide-eyed gaze was fixed in agonized intensity on the horseman who pushed through the reedy screen and dismounted before her.

He was a tall man, slender, but hard as steel. From head to heel he was clad in light silvered mesh-mail that fitted his supple form like a glove. From under the dome-shaped, gold-chased helmet his brown eyes regarded her mockingly.

'Stand back!' her voice shrilled with terror. 'Touch me not, Shah Amurath, or I will throw myself into the water and drown!'

He laughed, and his laughter was like the purr of a sword sliding from a silken sheath.

'No, you will not drown, Olivia, daughter of confusion, for the marge is too shallow, and I can catch you before you can reach the deeps. You gave me a merry chase, by the gods, and all my men are far behind us. But there is no horse west of Vilayet that can distance Irem for long.' He nodded at the tall, slender-legged desert stallion behind him.

'Let me go!' begged the girl, tears of despair staining her face. 'Have I not suffered enough? Is there any humiliation, pain or degradation you have not heaped on me? How long must my torment last?'

'As long as I find pleasure in your whimperings, your pleas, tears and writhings,' he answered with a smile that would have seemed gentle to a stranger. 'You are strangely virile, Olivia. I wonder if I shall ever weary of you, as I have always wearied of women before. You are ever fresh and unsullied, in spite of me. Each new day with you brings a new delight.

'But come—let us return to Akif, where the people are still feting the conqueror of the miserable kozaki; while he, the conqueror, is engaged in recapturing a wretched fugitive, a foolish, lovely, idiotic runaway!'

'No!' She recoiled, turning toward the waters lapping bluely among the reeds.

'Yes!' His flash of open anger was like a spark struck from flint. With a quickness her tender limbs could not approximate, he caught her wrist, twisting it in pure wanton cruelty until she screamed and sank to her knees.

'Slut! I should drag you back to Akif at my horse's tail, but I will be merciful and carry you on my saddle-bow, for which favor you shall humbly thank me, while—'

He released her with a startled oath and sprang back, his saber flashing out, as a terrible apparition burst from the reedy jungle sounding an inarticulate cry of hate.

Olivia, staring up from the ground, saw what she took to be either a savage or a madman advancing on Shah Amurath in an attitude of deadly menace. He was powerfully built, naked but for a girdled loincloth, which was stained with blood and crusted with dried mire. His black mane was matted with mud and clotted blood; there were streaks of dried blood on his chest and limbs, dried blood on the long straight sword he gripped in his right hand. From under the tangle of his locks, bloodshot eyes glared like coals of blue fire.

'You Hyrkanian dog!' mouthed this apparition in a barbarous accent. 'The devils of vengeance have brought you here!'


CHAPTERS

Start - 0:00
Thank You - 0:21
Audiobooky.co Learn More - 0:31
Feature Presentation - 0:41
Chapter I - 0:49
Chapter II - 33:59
Chapter III - 56:59
Chapter IV - 1:12:27
Outro - 1:17:37