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The Captain [Telnarian Histories Book 2]
by John Norman
Category: Science Fiction
Description: A science fiction series filled with interplanetary adventure, rebellion and mortal combat by the author the The Gorean Saga. Second in the series, The Captain. This is the age of the Telnarians. Their vast, corrupt empire spans galaxies, ruling by terror, slavery, and the lash. But, their corruption and brutality could spell their downfall for, on a thousand worlds of swords and science, the savage souls of true men will not be forever chained. A heroic tide is rising--and one warrior is born to lead the barbarian horde. From the savage death pits of the Ortung Vandals, to the murderous intrigues of the imbecile Emperor's court, to the perfumed cages of the luscious willing slaves, the giant Otto is carving a legend across the stars. When this gladiator and chieftain of the Wolfung worlds seeks to form a frontier legion of space barbarians, the nobles dare not refuse him; they have only the courage to try to murder him. But can even an empire's might stop such a man?
eBook Publisher: E-Reads/E-Reads, 1992
eBookwise Release Date: May 2009
 
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [482 KB]
Words: 101957
Reading time: 291-407 min.
THE KILLING FIELD
At that moment there appeared, almost noiselessly, the dark circular shape of a hoverer. Rifle fire ripped downward, tearing into the throng. Men tried to run. Slave girls screamed. Otto seized Julian and flung him to the ground. Princess Gerune huddled on the dais. Julian freed himself from Otto's grasp and, fighting his chains, struggled to the dais. He grabbed the Princess, thrusting her beneath the platform's timbers.
"Who holds the key to your chains?" Otto called.
"There!" cried Julian. "There!" He pointed to a body, one of Ortog's yeomen. Otto reached the corpse, and tore the wallet at its belt. In moments he had Julian free.
"We must flee!" said Otto.
"Not without the Princess," said Julian.
Gerune looked at him wildly.
Atop the flaming, blackened dais, King Ortog stood alone, cursing, firing his pistol into the air...
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