TAILIEUCHUNG - The Warlord of Mars

In the shadows of the forest that flanks the crimson plain by the side of the Lost Sea of Korus in the Valley Dor, beneath the hurtling moons of Mars, speeding their meteoric way close above the bosom of the dying planet, I crept stealthily along the trail of a shadowy form that hugged the darker places with a persistency that proclaimed the sinister nature of its errand. For six long Martian months I had haunted the vicinity of the hateful Temple of the Sun, within whose slow-revolving shaft, far beneath the surface of Mars, my princess lay entombed—but whether alive or dead I knew not. Had Phaidor's slim. | feedboo is The Warlord of Mars Burroughs Edgar Rice Published 1918 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Source http 1 About Burroughs Edgar Rice Burroughs September 1 1875 - March 19 1950 was an American author best known for his creation of the jungle hero Tarzan although he also produced works in many genres. Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for Burroughs Tarzan of the Apes 1912 A Princess of Mars 1912 John Carter and the Giant of Mars 1940 The Gods of Mars 1918 A Fighting Man of Mars 1930 The Master Mind of Mars 1927 Swords of Mars 1934 The Chessmen of Mars 1922 Thuvia Maid of Mars 1920 Synthetic Men of Mars 1939 Copyright This work is available for countries where copyright is Life 50 or in the USA published before 1923 . Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 On the River Iss In the shadows of the forest that flanks the crimson plain by the side of the Lost Sea of Korus in the Valley Dor beneath the hurtling moons of Mars speeding their meteoric way close above the bosom of the dying planet I crept stealthily along the trail of a shadowy form that hugged the darker places with a persistency that proclaimed the sinister nature of its errand. For six long Martian months I had haunted the vicinity of the hateful Temple of the Sun within whose slow-revolving shaft far beneath the surface of Mars my princess lay entombed but whether alive or dead I knew not. Had Phaidor s slim blade found that beloved heart Time only would reveal the truth. Six hundred and eighty-seven Martian days must come and go before the cell s door would again come opposite the tunnel s end where last I had seen my ever-beautiful Dejah Thoris. Half of them had passed or would on the morrow yet vivid in my memory obliterating every event that had come before or after there remained the last scene before the gust of smoke blinded my eyes and the narrow

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