Invasion (The Corsair Collection)

The reins of their horses were as fire, their faces black as pitch, their eyes shone like burning candles, their horses were swift as leopards and the riders fiercer than a wolf in a sheepfold at night . . . The noble Goths were broken in an hour, quicker than tongue can tell. Oh luckless Spain!


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