silk-robed

The black-armored figure loomed in terrible menace over the lean, silk-robed shape, the notched, dripping sword hovering on high.

Wings in the Night Howard, Robert E. 2006

There in that mud-floored wattle hut, with the silk-robed priest on the mahogany block, and the dark-skinned chief crouching in his tiger-hides, was laid the foundations of empire.

The Coming of Conan The Cimmerian Howard, Robert E. 2003

The black - armored figure loomed in terrible menace over the lean, silk-robed shape, the notched, dripping sword hovering on high.

The Coming of Conan The Cimmerian Howard, Robert E. 2003

There in that mud-floored wattle hut, with the silk-robed priest on the mahogany block, and the dark-skinned chief crouching in his tiger-hides, was laid the foundations of empire.

The Coming Of Conan The Cimmerian Howard, Robert E. 2003

The black - armored figure loomed in terrible menace over the lean, silk-robed shape, the notched, dripping sword hovering on high.

The Coming Of Conan The Cimmerian Howard, Robert E. 2003

The Friars weren't roasting a man, they were roasting an abstraction: a square-jawed, silk-robed symbol of American priapism, who, at 75, wanted us to believe that he was bedding down nightly with more than a half-dozen human equivalents of Jessica Rabbit.

Observatory 2001

The Friars weren't roasting a man, they were roasting an abstraction: a square-jawed, silk-robed symbol of American priapism, who, at 75, wanted us to believe that he was bedding down nightly with more than a half-dozen human equivalents of Jessica Rabbit.

Front Page 6 2001

The Friars weren't roasting a man, they were roasting an abstraction: a square-jawed, silk-robed symbol of American priapism, who, at 75, wanted us to believe that he was bedding down nightly with more than a half-dozen human equivalents of Jessica Rabbit.

Front Page 6 2001

The black-armored figure loomed in terrible menace over the lean, silk-robed shape, the notched, dripping sword hovering on high.

The Conan Chronicles Howard, Robert E. 1989

There in that mud-floored wattle hut, with the silk-robed priest on the mahogany block, and the dark-skinned chief crouching in his tiger-hides, was laid the foundations of empire.

The Conan Chronicles Howard, Robert E. 1989