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  • Series: Conan Series (Book 2)
  • Mass Market Paperback: 288 pages
  • Publisher: Tor Fantasy (September 29, 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0765350629
  • ISBN-13: 978-0765350626
  • Product Dimensions: 0.8 x 4.2 x 6.7 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (12 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #740,598 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Robert Jordan was born in 1948 in Charleston, South Carolina. He taught himself to read when he was four with the incidental aid of a twelve-years-older brother, and was tackling Mark Twain and Jules Verne by five. He is a graduate of The Citadel, the Military College of South Carolina, with a degree in physics. He served two tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army; among his decorations are the Distinguished Flying Cross with bronze oak leaf cluster, the Bronze Star with "V" and bronze oak leaf cluster, and two Vietnamese Gallantry Crosses with palm. A history buff, he has also written dance and theater criticism and enjoyed the outdoor sports of hunting, fishing, and sailing, and the indoor sports of poker, chess, pool, and pipe collecting.
Robert Jordan began writing in 1977 and went on to write The Wheel of Time®, one of the most important and best selling series in the history of fantasy publishing with over 14 million copies sold in North America, and countless more sold abroad.
Robert Jordan died on September 16, 2007, after a courageous battle with the rare blood disease amyloidosis.

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Conan The Defender
Sunlight streaming through marble-arched windows illumined the tapestry-hung room. The servants, tongueless so that they could not speak of whom they saw in their master's house, had withdrawn, leaving five people to sip their wine in silence.
Cantaro Albanus, the host, studied his guests, toying idly with the heavy gold chain that hung across his scarlet tunic. The lone woman pretended to study the intricate weaving of the tapestries; the men concentrated on their winecups.
Midmorning, Albanus reflected, was exactly the time for such meetings, though it rubbedraw the nerves of his fellows. Traditionally such were held in the dark of night by desperate men huddled in secret chambers sealed to exclude so much as a moonbeam. Yet who would believe, who could even suspect that a gathering of Nemedia's finest in the bright light of day, in the very heart of the capital, could be intent on treason?
His lean-cheeked face darkened at the thought, and his black eyes became obsidian. With his hawk nose and the slashes of silver at the temples of his dark hair, he looked as if he should have been a general. He had indeed been a soldier, once, for a brief year. When he was but seventeen his father had obtained him a commission in the Golden Leopards, the bodyguard regiment of Nemedian Kings since time beyond memory. At his father's death he had resigned. Not for him working his way up the ladder of rank, no matter how swiftly aided by high birth. Not for one who by blood and temperament should be King. For him nothing could be treason.
"Lord Albanus," Barca Vegentius said suddenly, "we have heard much of the ... special aid you bring to our ... association. We have heard much, but thus far we have seen nothing." Large and square of face and body, the current Commander of the Golden Leopards pronounced his words carefully. He thought to hide his origins by hiding the accents of the slums of Belverus, and was unaware that everyone knew his deception.
"Such careful words to express your doubts, Vegentius," Demetrio Amarianus said. The slender youth touched a perfumed pomander tohis nose, but it could not hide the sneer that twisted his almost womanly mouth. "But then you always use careful words, don't you? We all know you are here only to--"
"Enough!" Albanus snapped.
Both Demetrio and Vegentius, whose face had been growing more purple by the second, subsided like well-trained animals at the crack of the trainer's whip. These squabbles were constant, and he tolerated them no more than he was forced to. Today he would not tolerate them at all.
"All of you," Albanus went on, "want something. You, Vegentius, want the generalship you feel King Garian has denied you. You, Demetrio, want the return of the estates Garian's father took from your grandfather. And you, Sephana. You want revenge against Garian because he told you he liked his women younger."
"As pleasantly stated as is your custom, Albanus," the lone woman said bitterly. Lady Sephana Galerianus' heart-shaped face was set with violet eyes and framed by a raven mane that hung below her shoulders. Her red silk robe was cut to show both the inner and outer slopes of her generous breasts, and slashed to expose her legs to the hip when she walked.
"And what do I want?" the fourth man in the room asked, and everyone started as if they had forgotten he was there.
It was quite easy to forget Constanto Melius, for the middle-aged noble was vagueness personified. Thinning hair and the pouches beneath his constantly blinking eyes were his most prominent features, and his intelligence and abilities matched the rest of him.
"You want your advice listened to," Albanus replied. "And so it shall be, when I am on the throne."
It would be listened to for as long as it took to order the man banished, the hawk-faced lord thought. Garian had made the mistake of rebuffing the fool, then leaving him free in the capital to foment trouble. Albanus would not make the same mistake.
"We seem to have passed by what Vegentius said," Sephana said abruptly, "but I, too, would like to see what help we can count on from you, Albanus. Demetrio and Vegentius provide information. Melius and I provide gold to buy disorders in the street, and to pay brigands to burn good grain. You keep your plans to yourself and tell us about the magicks that will make Garian give the throne to you, if we do these other things as well. I, too, want to see these magicks."
The others seemed somewhat abashed that she had brought the promised sorcery out into the open, but Albanus merely smiled.
Rising, he tugged a brocade bellpull on the wall before moving to a table at the end of the room, a table where a cloth covered certain objects. Cloth and objects alike Albanus had placed there with his own hands.
"Come," he told the others. Suddenly reluctant, they moved to join him slowly.
With a flourish he whisked the cloth aside, enjoying their starts. He knew that the things on that table--a statuette in sapphire, a sword with serpentine blade and quillons of ancient pattern, a few crystals and engraved gems--were, with one exception, practically useless. At least, he had found little use prescribed for them inthe tomes he had so plainfully deciphered. Items of power he kept elsewhere.
Ten years earlier, slaves on one of his estates north of Numalia had dug into a subterranean chamber. Luckily he had been there at the time, been there to recognize it as the storehouse of a sorcerer, been there to see that the luckless slaves were buried in that chamber once he had emptied it.
A year it had taken him just to discover how ancient that cache was, dating back to Acheron, that dark empire ruled by the vilest thaumaturgies and now three millenia and more gone in the dust. For all those years he had studied, eschewing a tutor for fear any sorcerer of ability would seize the hoard for his own. It had been a wise decision, for had he been known to be studying magicks he would surely have been caught up in Garian's purge of sorcerers from the capital. Garian. Thinking dark thoughts, Albanus lifted a small red crystal sphere from the table.
"I mistrust these things," Sephana said, shuddering. "Better we should rely on ways more natural. A subtle poison--"
"Would provoke a civil war for the succession," Albanus cut her off. "I don't want to tell you again that I have no intention of having to wrest the Dragon Throne from a half score of claimants. The throne will be given to me, as I have said."
"That," Vegentius grumbled, "I will believe when I see it."
Albanus motioned the others to silence as a serving girl entered. Blonde and pale of skin, she was no more than sixteen years of age. Hersimple white tunic, embroidered about the hem with Albanus' house-mark, was slashed to show most of her small breasts and long legs. She knelt immediately on the marble floor, head bent.
"Her name is Omphale," the hawk-faced lord said.
The girl shifted at the mention of her name, but knew enough not to lift her head. She was but newly enslaved, sold for the debts of her father's shop, but some lessons were quickly learned.
Albanus held the red crystal at arm's length in his left hand, making an arcane gesture with his right as he intoned, "An-naal naa-thaan Vas-ti no-entei!"
A flickering spike of flame was suddenly suspended above the crystal, as long as a man's forearm and more solid than a flame should be. Within the pulsing red-and-yellow, two dark spots, uncomfortably like eyes, moved as if examining the room and its occupants. All moved back unconsciously except for Omphale, who cowered where she knelt, and Albanus.
"A fire elemental," Albanus said conversationally. Without changing his tone he added, "Kill Omphale!"
The blonde's mouth widened to scream, but before a sound emerged the elemental darted forward, swelling to envelop her. Jerkily she rose to her feet, twitching in the midst of an egg of flame that slowly opaqued to hide her. The fire hissed, and in the depths of the hiss was a thin shriek, as of a woman screaming in the distance. With the pop of a bursting bubble theflame disappeared, leaving behind a faint sickly sweet smell.
"Messy," Albanus mused, scuffing with a slippered foot at an oily black smudge on the marble floor where the girl had been.
The others' stares were stunned, as if he had transformed into the fabled dragon Xutharcan. Surprisingly, it was Melius who first regained his tongue.
"These devices, Albanus. Should we not have some of them as well as you?" His pouchy eyes blinked uncomfortably at the others' failure to speak. "As a token that we are all equals," he finished weakly.
Albanus smiled. Soon enough he would be able to show them how equal they were. "Of course," he said smoothly. "I've thought of that myself." He gestured to the table. "Choose, and I will tell you what powers your choice possesses." He slipped the red crystal into a pouch at his belt as he spoke.
Melius hesitated, reached out, and stopped with his hand just touching the sword. "What ... what powers does this have?"
"It turns whoever wields it into a master swordsman." Having found that such was the extent of the blade's power, Albanus had researched no further. He had no interest in becoming a warrior-hero; he would be King, with such to do his bidding. "Take the blade, Melius. Or if you fear it, perhaps Vegentius ... ." Albanus raised a questioning eyebrow at the square-faced soldier.
"I need no magicks to make me a bladesman," Vegentius sneered. But he made no move tochoose something else, either.
"Demetrio?" Albanus said. "Sephana?"
"I mislike sorcery," the slender young man replied, openly flinching away from the display on the table.
Sephana was made of sterner stuff, but she shook her head just as quickly. "If these sorceries can pull Ga...

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Robert Jordan was born in 1948 in Charleston, South Carolina. He taught himself to read when he was four with the incidental aid of a twelve-years-older brother and was tackling Mark Twain and Jules Verne by five. He is a graduate of The Citadel, the Military College of South Carolina, with a degree in physics. He served two tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army; among his decorations are the Distinguished Flying Cross with bronze oak leaf cluster, the Bronze Star with "V" and bronze oak leaf cluster, and two Vietnamese Gallantry Crosses with palm. A history buff, he has also written dance and theater criticism and enjoyed the outdoor sports of hunting, fishing, and sailing, and the indoor sports of poker, chess, pool, and pipe collecting.

Robert Jordan began writing in 1977 and went on to write The Wheel of Time(R), one of the most important and best selling series in the history of fantasy publishing with over 14 million copies sold in North America, and countless more sold abroad.

Robert Jordan died on September 16, 2007, after a courageous battle with the rare blood disease amyloidosis.

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This is an extremely fast paced work, well written and just brimming over with action.
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His work with the character of Conan the Barbarian in the early 1980's is shallow, fast, and fun.
Chip Hunter
It is the second book I've read from the Robert Jordan omnibus titled The Conan Chronicles.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful By Claude Avary on April 6, 2004
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Robert Jordan's second Conan novel takes place entirely in the city of Belverus, and it is a welcome change from the many novels that have Conan trekking through wilderness wastes to find lost cities. Jordan digs into the single location and lets the reader savor the personalities and conspiracies of Nemedia, second greatest of the Hyborian Kingdoms. The story follows one of the most ubiquitous of Conan plot archetypes: the "usurp-the-throne" conspiray. Conan's creator, Robert E. Howard utilized this often, and usually the target was King Conan himself, but here a younger Conan becomes ensnared in the coup conspiracy of Lord Albanus to overthrow King Garian using a superhuman "simulacrum" of the King. Conan has friends like the one-eyed smuggler Hordo and the beautiful poetess Arian, but has too many enemies to count. Can he and his Free-Company survive the magical politics of Nemedia?
There is much to enjoy in "Conan the Defender," but the novel has major flaw common to many of non-Robert E. Howard novels. For more than half of this book, Conan has scant reason to be involved in the storyline of Albanus and the scheme against the Nemedian crown. He runs into conflicts and action scenes, but not until late in the book does the novel's hero really find a place in the story. Jordan provides no major "turning point" or "moment of realization" that seals Conan into the plot and gives him a strong direction. Conan is an unusual hero, and getting him worked into a plot often takes ingenuity. Jordan only half-solves this problem here, and it hurts the book. Every other chapter, Hordo begs Conan to forget the mess in Belverus and take off with the Free-Company. Jordan gives Conan weak excuses for deciding to stay, and only in the last third does his choice start to make sense.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful By D. Blankenship HALL OF FAMETOP 50 REVIEWER on February 22, 2009
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There are many, oh so many Conan books out there, written by so many different authors, that it is difficult to keep them separate at times. So many of the books have Conan, one of my favorite fantasy characters, running here and there sort of willy-nilly, that it becomes quite difficult to tell one from the other at times. This one is a bit different though, as we have our "force of nature" pretty well planted on one place and rather involved with local politics; involved in the true Conan fashion.

Now don't take me wrong, I really do not feel that anyone but the original master. Howard himself can ever capture the true nature of our overly muscled hero, but many of the later authors have made a pretty good stab at it. This is the second book written involving Conan by Robert Jordan. As others have pointed out, it shows a younger Jordan; one not as polished as the creator of the Wheel of Time series, but I am not at all sure that is a bad thing. While I enjoyed the Wheel series greatly (at least the first five books), Jordan did seem to get off track and rather bogged down at times with Wheel, almost to the point of being static toward the last. Not so with this adventure; no, no, no...far from it! This is an extremely fast paced work, well written and just brimming over with action. There is plenty of mindless fighting, the obligatory magic factor, and Howard has brought several loveable, and some not so loveable, characters into this tall tale that we were introduced to in his first work. If find this comforting on a certain level. I also loved the fighting sequences, as exampled by:

"Snarling, Conan struck, his blade clanging against the hilt of the other's partially drawn sword, Taras shrieked, severed fingers dropping to the floor.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Chip Hunter VINE VOICE on June 3, 2007
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This is the second book found in Jordan's The Conan Chronicles (Conan). His work with the character of Conan the Barbarian in the early 1980's is shallow, fast, and fun. Plot lines are relatively simple and the action is extremely fast-paced. Practically opposite of Jordan's later work with the Wheel of Time.

In Conan the Defender, our hero finds himself embroiled in a plot to overthrow the king of Nemedia. Lots of double dealing and behind the scene scheming make this one read almost like a mystery, with Conan playing the part of the detective. Once again, the antagonist is a dark and evil sorcerer with aims on the throne, and once again Conan cleaves through his enemies like a hot knife through butter. Hordo and Karela, characters from the first of Jordan's Conan books, Conan the Invincible, reappear here to aid (or hinder?) Conan in his goals. Compared to that first book, this one was more enjoyable to me, with a slightly more complex plot and with the characters becoming better developed.

The simplicity and fast pace of this book make it highly enjoyable as long as your expectations are correct. This is no epic work, but a small guilty pleasure that will occupy you for a couple of nights.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By ACM275 on May 26, 2011
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This is the second Conan novel by Jordan that I've read after picking up Destroyer a while ago. I must say that it was satisfyingly different from Destroyer, and Jordan really paints a beautiful picture of another corner of Hyboria with likable characters, evil villains and the required gore and sex to appease most Conan fans.
The story line is very enjoyable, with plenty of intrigue from the nobles of Belverus, expected hack and slash fighting, a revolt, magic and a great supporting cast of characters although I would have liked to have seen more from a few of them(namely Garian and Jelanna).
But, as in Destroyer, Conan the Defender suffers from a quick ending, summarizing several key plot lines quite rapidly and leaving me unsatisfied with the conclusion.

Although I do like the sound of Conan riding off at the head of his own free company.

Four out of five, but like Destroyer it suffers from an abrupt ending.
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