By John Maddox Roberts
Treasure past imagining waited within the temple of Ahriman, a god so evil and terrifying that even the despicable monks of Set aided in his banishment. None dared to thieve the treasure--until Conan the Cimmerian got here to Shapur. Now he needs to smuggle hundreds gold and jewels prior town guards and break out to a spot of protection, whereas pursued through the best and unsafe band of manhunters ever assembled, led through a warrior whose abilities and ferocity rival Conan himself. yet nice risks lurk whilst Conan returns to the temple--and the clergymen of Ahriman conspire to deliver their fearsome deity again into the world...
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