{"product_id":"2940014019392","title":"Thuvia, Maid of Mars","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e CHAPTER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I  Carthoris and Thuvia\u003cbr\u003e   II  Slavery\u003cbr\u003e  III  Treachery\u003cbr\u003e   IV  A Green Man's Captive\u003cbr\u003e    V  The Fair Race\u003cbr\u003e   VI  The Jeddak of Lothar\u003cbr\u003e  VII  The Phantom Bowmen\u003cbr\u003e VIII  The Hall of Doom\u003cbr\u003e   IX  The Battle in the Plain\u003cbr\u003e    X  Kar Komak, the Bowman\u003cbr\u003e   XI  Green Men and White Apes\u003cbr\u003e  XII  To Save Dusar\u003cbr\u003e XIII  Turjun, the Panthan\u003cbr\u003e  XIV  Kulan Tith's Sacrifice\u003cbr\u003e       Glossary of Names and Terms\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHUVIA, MAID OF MARS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCARTHORIS AND THUVIA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms\u003cbr\u003eof a giant pimalia a woman sat.  Her shapely, sandalled foot tapped\u003cbr\u003eimpatiently upon the jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the\u003cbr\u003estately sorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens\u003cbr\u003eof Thuvan Dihn, Jeddak of Ptarth, as a dark-haired, red-skinned\u003cbr\u003ewarrior bent low toward her, whispering heated words close to her\u003cbr\u003eear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ah, Thuvia of Ptarth,\" he cried, \"you are cold even before the\u003cbr\u003efiery blasts of my consuming love!  No harder than your heart, nor\u003cbr\u003ecolder is the hard, cold ersite of this thrice happy bench which\u003cbr\u003esupports your divine and fadeless form!  Tell me, O Thuvia of\u003cbr\u003ePtarth, that I may still hope--that though you do not love me now,\u003cbr\u003eyet some day, some day, my princess, I--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe girl sprang to her feet with an exclamation of surprise and\u003cbr\u003edispleasure.  Her queenly head was poised haughtily upon her smooth\u003cbr\u003ered shoulders.  Her dark eyes looked angrily into those of the man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You forget yourself, and the customs of Barsoom, Astok,\" she said.\u003cbr\u003e\"I have given you no right thus to address the daughter of Thuvan\u003cbr\u003eDihn, nor have you won such a right.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe man reached suddenly forth and grasped her by the arm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You shall be my princess!\" he cried.  \"By the breast of Issus, thou\u003cbr\u003eshalt, nor shall any other come between Astok, Prince of Dusar,\u003cbr\u003eand his heart's desire.  Tell me that there is another, and I shall\u003cbr\u003ecut out his foul heart and fling it to the wild calots of the dead\u003cbr\u003esea-bottoms!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt touch of the man's hand upon her flesh the girl went pallid\u003cbr\u003ebeneath her coppery skin, for the persons of the royal women of\u003cbr\u003ethe courts of Mars are held but little less than sacred.  The act\u003cbr\u003eof Astok, Prince of Dusar, was profanation.  There was no terror\u003cbr\u003ein the eyes of Thuvia of Ptarth--only horror for the thing the man\u003cbr\u003ehad done and for its possible consequences.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Release me.\"  Her voice was level--frigid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe man muttered incoherently and drew her roughly toward him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Release me!\" she repeated sharply, \"or I call the guard, and the\u003cbr\u003ePrince of Dusar knows what that will mean.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuickly he threw his right arm about her shoulders and strove to\u003cbr\u003edraw her face to his lips.  With a little cry she struck him full\u003cbr\u003ein the mouth with the massive bracelets that circled her free arm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Calot!\" she exclaimed, and then:  \"The guard!  The guard!  Hasten\u003cbr\u003ein protection of the Princess of Ptarth!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn answer to her call a dozen guardsmen came racing across the\u003cbr\u003escarlet sward, their gleaming long-swords naked in the sun, the\u003cbr\u003emetal of their accoutrements clanking against that of their leathern\u003cbr\u003eharness, and in their throats hoarse shouts of rage at the sight\u003cbr\u003ewhich met their eyes.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47069018882288,"sku":"2940014019392","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014019392_p0.jpg?v=1763599147","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014019392","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}