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    The Hills of the Dead
    The Hills of the Dead
    The Hills of the Dead
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    The Hills of the Dead

    By Robert E. Howard

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    The Hills of the Dead was written in the year 1930 by Robert Ervin Howard. This book is one of the most popular novels of Robert Ervin Howard, and has been translated into several other languages around the world.

    This book is published by Booklassic which brings young readers closer to classic literature globally.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooklassic
    Release dateJul 7, 2015
    ISBN9789635225125
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      The Hills of the Dead - Robert E. Howard

      978-963-522-512-5

      Chapter 1

      Voodoo

      The twigs which N'Longa flung on the fire broke and crackled. The upleaping flames lighted the countenances of the two men. N'Longa, voodoo man of the Slave Coast, was very old. His wizened and gnarled frame was stooped and brittle, his face creased by hundreds of wrinkles. The red firelight glinted on the human finger-bones which composed his necklace.

      The other was an Englishman, and his name was Solomon Kane. He was tall and broad-shouldered, clad in black close garments, the garb of the Puritan. His featherless slouch hat was drawn low over his heavy brows, shadowing his darkly pallid face. His cold deep eyes brooded in the firelight.

      You come again, brother, droned the fetish-man, speaking in the jargon which passed for a common language of black man and white on the West Coast. Many moons burn and die since we make blood-palaver. You go to the setting sun, but you come back!

      Aye, Kane's voice was deep and almost ghostly. Yours is a grim land, N'Longa, a red land barred with the black darkness of horror and the bloody shadows of death. Yet I have returned.

      N'Longa stirred the fire, saying nothing, and after a pause Kane continued.

      Yonder in the unknown vastness—his long finger stabbed at the black silent jungle which brooded beyond the firelight—yonder lie mystery and adventure and nameless terror. Once I dared the jungle—once she nearly claimed my bones. Something entered into my blood, something stole into my soul like a whisper of unnamed sin. The jungle! Dark and brooding —over leagues of the blue salt sea she has drawn me and with the dawn I go to seek the heart of her. Mayhap I shall find curious adventure—mayhap my doom awaits me. But better death than the ceaseless and everlasting urge, the fire that has burned my veins with bitter longing.

      She call, muttered N'Longa. "At night she coil like serpent about my hut and whisper strange things to me. Ai ya! The jungle call. We be blood brothers, you and I. Me, N'Longa, mighty worker of nameless magic! You go to the jungle as all men go who hear her call. Maybe you live, morelike you

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