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This volume brings together three exhilarating short stories that chart the journey of Kothar, a barbarian of unmatched prowess, as he traverses ancient ruins, confronts dark sorcery, and challenges the will of the gods. Each narrative--The Sword of the Sorcerer, The Treasure in the Labyrinth, and The Woman in the Witch-Wood--unfolds a tapestry of adventure, where magic and mystery breathe life into every page. From the pursuit of a cursed blade that promises great power and peril, to the search for untold riches hidden in a maze of deceit, and the encounter with a mystical woman ensnared by dark forces, Kothar's quests epitomize the essence of sword and sorcery.

The enchanted sword Frostfire Kothar stole the helix from the fat Emperor of Avalonia. It was the only way he could hope to recover his magic Sword Frostfire from the belly of the Great Eagle of Nirvalla. But the original theft of the helix was to embroil Kothar in even more uncanny adventures. An 'ice being, 'an eerie creature even in Kothar's World, used the helix for his own dark purpose.

Trying to forget the beautiful Laella -- driven away by the Witch Red Lori -- Kothar agreed to deliver another lovely girl from the Sinister followers of the god Polthoom. Even with the magic Sword flashing in his powerful hands, it was the bloodiest, Weirdest, most blood-Chilling adventure of his life. Includes the stories: The Helix from Beyond, A Plague of Demons

SHE STALKS IN BEAUTY

As a boy, Kothar had been cast upon the desolate shores of Grondel Bay. Since that time, he had grown to lusty manhood, to become the greatest Swordsman in the World. He had well earned the name of Magnificent Barbarian. Nothing daunted him, not demons, not sorcerers, nothing Creeping or Crawling or flying; even the cunning White Worm had been slashed by his magic blade, the enchanted Frostfire. Yet now Kothar was challenged by the Demon-Queen, a beautiful she-devil of limitless cunning and unspeakable passions. For the Mighty Swordsman, it was his greatest trial.

THE MAGIC AMULET

Kothar rescued the beautiful gypsy girl Stefanya, helper to the wizard Zoqquanor, and carried her off on a journey filled with danger and mystery. His mission was to deliver a magic amulet to Herklar, the Regent of Phalkar. But Herklar was held a prisoner in his own dungeon. When Kothar found him, he learned the secret of the true ruler of Phalkar...

BATTLECRY

The five warriors moved forward toward Kothar, separating slightly and drawing their swords. They planned to attack him from five sides at once. He had fought with such men before, and he felt no fear of their kind--only contempt, Yet their steel could cut. He shouted to his warhorse Greyling to surge forward. To the left and right, Kothar savagely laid his sword, and two men quickly went down with cloven skulls erupting-blood and brains. The gray warhorse reared high, and Kothar brought the singing blade downward through flesh and blood into the shoulder of a third man. As he pulled his red-stained steel free, the blond barbarian saw that the remaining two warriors were backing away from him, glancing at one another in amazement...

THE DEATH OF MAGIC

Someone--or something--was systematically killing all the world's magicians. Kothar, the blond barbarian, had to link up with his enemy, the she-devil temptress Red Lori, to find and vanquish the slayer. Beautiful Lori was his partner but Kothar's best friend was still his magic sword Frostfire.

Wizard's Revenge... A great hand--a thing of stone and rock, hideously carved and with strange spells and incantations limned on its rock surface--reached in the opening it had made, and stabbed forward. Blunt fingers closed around the squirming, screaming necromancer. "Dread Omorphon! Awful being of the nether hells--aid me!" He tried to fight it, but his hands could do nothing against the solid rock out of which that other hand was formed. The fingers tightened, and now the magician began to swell curiously at chest and legs, as if other parts of his body were being forced into them by that frightful grip. His face became purple with congested blood. His eyes bulged hideously. A trickle of blood ran from his open mouth.