My Rating ”Twisting Loyalties Part 03 – Hunted” Death had never gripped Conan with such melancholy. His one true love, Bêlit, and her crew of pirates had been sent to their maker whilst battling a winged demon in a jungle temple near the Zarkheba river. Now Conan was left sullen in a tropical expanse he […]
My Rating “Twisting Loyalties Part 02 – Fangs & Foolish Thieves Part 02” In a lavish inn near the Kyros market district, Conan and Bêlit strike a pact with one of the cutthroats who invaded their room. Tarnasha, who had knowledge of two ancient artifacts coveted by Stygian priests in the Black Circle, had intrigued
My Rating “Twisting Loyalties Part 01 – Fangs & Foolish Thieves” For many months, Conan sailed under the pirate flag of Bêlit of Shem – the infamous Queen of the Black Coast. As the two lovers raided merchant ships along the coastal waters of the Western Sea, they grew rich off the vast amount of
My Rating “The Coils Tighten” The returning sensation that is The Savage Sword Of Conan has reached the ten issue mark. Jim Zub is here with an elevator-pitch update on things to come. If you haven’t guessed already, it deals with the lands of Stygia. I’m very pleased to find the sword in all of
My Rating “Mark Of The Beast” Raja, the bowman from Vezek, lay near the campfire, inhaling heavily. The pain from the toxic wound struck deeper into his chest with every breath. What dark affliction had the tiger-priest of Yota-Pong infected him with? Conan sat opposite to his ally, his steel-blue eyes scanning the Turanian over
My Rating Queen Of The Black Coast – Part 01 In the decadent halls nested deep within the sprawling port city of Argos, Conan the Cimmerian stood in judgment for the crime of loyalty. This trait was but a trivial annoyance to an arbiter corrupted by Argossean greed and courtly schemes. Thus the stubbornness of one
My Rating “The Coming Of Conan!” It was a time of wanderlust. Conan, the young son of a great Cimmerian tribesmen, had set forth to discover new lands and seek his fortunes in the north. To those familiar with the cold expanse of Vanaheim and Aesgaard would surely know this, the red haired Nords carried
