tailieunhanh - Thuvia Maid of Mars

Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of a giant pimalia a woman sat. Her shapely, sandalled foot tapped impatiently upon the jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the stately sorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens of Thuvan Dihn, Jeddak of Ptarth, as a dark-haired, red-skinned warrior bent low toward her, whispering heated words close to her ear. | feedboo is Thuvia Maid of Mars Burroughs Edgar Rice Published 1920 Categorie s Fiction Action Adventure 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 Warlord of Mars 1918 The Chessmen of Mars 1922 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 Carthoris and Thuvia Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of a giant pimalia a woman sat. Her shapely sandalled foot tapped impatiently upon the jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the stately sorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens of Thuvan Dihn Jeddak of Ptarth as a dark-haired red-skinned warrior bent low toward her whispering heated words close to her ear. Ah Thuvia of Ptarth he cried you are cold even before the fiery blasts of my consuming love No harder than your heart nor colder is the hard cold ersite of this thrice happy bench which supports your divine and fadeless form Tell me O Thuvia of Ptarth that I may still hope that though you do not love me now yet some day some day my princess I The girl sprang to her feet with an exclamation of surprise and displeasure. Her queenly head was poised haughtily upon her smooth red shoulders. Her dark eyes looked angrily into those of the man. You forget yourself and the customs of Barsoom Astok she said. I have given you no right thus to address