Conan of Venarium (Turtledove, Harry)

YOUNG CONAN A sudden, horrid certainty blazed in Conan, fueling fury fierce as his father's forge. "Tarla!" he burst out. "It seems so, yes," said Mordec unhappily. "He sniffs around her, sniffs around Balarg's house like a hungry hound after meat." "I'll kill him!" raged Conan. "I'll cut his heart out and feed it to swine. I'll drape his guts over the roofpole. I'll" His father shook him, hard. Conan's teeth clicked together on his tongue. Pain lanced through him. He tasted blood in his mouth. When he spat, he spat red. He said no more. "Good," said his father. "Maybe I've shaked some sense into you. Can you imagine what would happen to Duthil if you were mad enough to murder the Aquilonian commander? Can you?" "He deserves death," Conan said sullenly. "Yes, no doubt," said his father.Harry Turtledove is the author of 'Conan of Venarium (Turtledove, Harry)', published 2003 under ISBN 9780765304667 and ISBN 076530466X.