"She was untamed as a desert wind, supple and dangerous as a she-panther.
She came close to him, heedless of his great blade, dripping with the blood of her warriors.
Her supple thigh brushed against it, so close she came to the tall warrior.
Her red lips parted as she stared up into his somber, menacing eyes."

Queen of the Black Coast-Robert E. Howard


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