THE BLOOD OF TÔL KARUŢHA – HAMMER, TONGS, AND TOOLS
Continuing on with my short story THE VENGEANCE OF TÔL KARUŢHA and my prior posts on Conan. I have the entire story written (though not typed) and will post it here in its entirety when I get it all typed as an example of my short story writing ability for agents, publishers, and my followers and fans. For now my previously broken wrist makes typing long periods of time problematic and so I pay my daughter to do it.
For previous entries see here: THE FRAGMENTS OF TÔL KARUŢHA
and here: CONAN, BABA YAGA, AND TÔL KARUŢHA
Conan saw the blood seep from the wound of Tôl Karuţha. Perhaps, he thought to himself, it was a trick of the dark and the nearly moonless gloom of the Ophirian night, but that blood seemed unnaturally dark and uncannily sleek to him. As if it were a slick but soiled oil…
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