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Its bulk was tremendous; as it stood on its short bowed legs, its bullet-head rose above that of the man who faced it; the sweep of the hairy breast and giant shoulders was breath-taking; the huge arms were like knotted trees.

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

Its bulk was tremendous; as it stood on its short bowed legs, its bullet-head rose above that of the man who faced it; the sweep of the hairy breast and giant shoulders was breath-taking; the huge arms were like knotted trees.

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

The creature's pudgy hands rested on the sleek arch of his belly; his nape was a roll of sooty fat that seemed to thrust his bullet-head forward.

The Conan Chronicles Howard, Robert E. 1989

Its bulk was tremendous; as it stood on its short bowed legs, its bullet-head rose above that of the man who faced it; the sweep of the hairy breast and giant shoulders was breathtaking; the huge arms were like knotted trees.

The Conan Chronicles Howard, Robert E. 1989

The bald, bullet-head man, alone now, blinked a few times in rapid succession.

Date With Death Sapir, Richard & Murphy, Warren 1984

The creature's pudgy hands rested on the sleek arch of his belly; his nape was a roll of fat that seemed to thrust his bullet-head forward; his eyes, gleaming coals in a dead black stump.

Conan of Cimmeria Howard, Robert E. 1969

Its bulk was tremendous; as it stood on its short, bowed legs, its bullet-head rose above that of the man who faced it; the sweep of the hairy breast and giant shoulders was breathtaking; the huge arms were like knotted trees.

Conan the Freebooter Howard, Robert E. 1968

What scheme had he finally worked out in his big bullet-head?

Maigret and the Lazy Burglar Simenon, Georges, 1903- 1963

It was inside his bullet-head that the idea of a plot that could not be discovered came into its first nebulous being.

The Pointing Man A Burmese Mystery Marjorie Douie

Stewart's bullet-head, with the line of the oval unbroken by ears, bobbed with affected eagerness to keep up with the fast English utterance and the foreign names of M'Iver, while all the time he was fingering some metal spoons and wondering if money was in them and if they could be safely got to Inneraora.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro