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Witch from Hell’s Kitchen
by Robert E. Howard To the house whence no one issues, To the road from whence there is no return, To the house whose inhabitants are deprived of light, The place where dust is their nourishment, their food clay, They have no light, dwelling in dense darkness, And they are clothed, like birds, in a [...]
15Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Challenge from Beyond
by Robert E. Howard George Campbell opened sleep-fogged eyes upon darkness and lay gazing out of the tent flap upon the pale August night for some minutes before he roused enough even to wonder what had wakened him. There was in the keen, clear air of these Canadian woods a soporific as potent as any [...]
13Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Pit of the Serpent
by Robert E. Howard THE MINUTE I stepped ashore from the Sea Girl, merchantman, I had a hunch that there would be trouble. This hunch was caused by seeing some of the crew of the Dauntless. The men on the Dauntless have disliked the Sea Girl’s crew ever since our skipper took their captain to [...]
13Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Mirrors of Tuzun Thune
By Robert Ervin Howard There comes, even to kings, the time of great weariness. Then the gold of the throne is brass, the silk of the palace becomes drab. The gems in the diadem sparkle drearily like the ice of the white seas; the speech of men is as the empty rattle of a jester’s [...]
12Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedPeople of the Dark
By Robert E. Howard I came to Dagon’s Cave to kill Richard Brent. I went down the dusky avenues made by the towering trees, and my mood well-matched the primitive grimness of the scene. The approach to Dagon’s Cave is always dark, for the mighty branches and thick leaves shut out the sun, and now [...]
10Apr2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Black Stone
By Robert E. Howard “They say foul things of Old Times still lurk In dark forgotten corners of the world. And Gates still gape to loose, on certain nights. Shapes pent in Hell.” —Justin Geoffrey I read of it first in the strange book of Von Junzt, the German eccentric who lived so curiously and [...]
9Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Valley of the Worm
by Robert E. Howard I WILL TELL YOU OF NIORD AND THE WORM. You have heard the tale before in many guises wherein the hero was named Tyr, or Perseus, or Siegfried, or Beowulf, or St George. But it was Niord who met the loathly demoniac thing that crawled hideously up from hell, and from [...]
4Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Voice of El-Lil
by Robert E. Howard Maskat, like many another port, is a haven for the drifters of many nations who bring their tribal customs and peculiarities with them. Turk rubs shoulders with Greek and Arab squabbles with Hindoo. The tongues of half the Orient resound in the loud smelly bazaar. Therefore it did not seem particularly [...]
4Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedPeople of the Dark
by Robert E. Howard I came to Dagon’s Cave to kill Richard Brent. I went down the dusky avenues made by the towering trees, and my mood well-matched the primitive grimness of the scene. The approach to Dagon’s Cave is always dark, for the mighty branches and thick leaves shut out the sun, and now [...]
3Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedSpear and Fang
by Robert E. Howard A-aea crouched close to the cave mouth, watching Ga-nor with wondering eyes. Ga-nor’s occupation interested her, as well as Ga-nor himself. As for Ga-nor, he was too occupied with his work to notice her. A torch stuck in a niche in the cave wall dimly illuminated the roomy cavern, and by [...]
1Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Cairn on the Headland
by Robert E. Howard And the next instant this great red loon was shaking me like a dog shaking a rat. “Where is Meve MacDonnal?” he was screaming. By the saints, it’s a grisly thing to hear a madman in a lonely place at midnight screaming the name of a woman dead three hundred years. [...]
1Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Haunter of the Ring
by Robert Ervin Howard As I entered John Kirowan’s study I was too much engrossed in my own thoughts to notice, at first, the haggard appearance of his visitor, a big, handsome young fellow well known to me. “Hello, Kirowan,” I greeted. “Hello, Gordon. Haven’t seen you for quite a while. How’s Evelyn?” And before [...]
30Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedSea Curse
by Robert E. Howard And some return by the failing light And some in the waking dream. For she hears the heels of the dripping ghosts That ride the rough roofbeam. –Kipling They were the brawlers and braggarts, the loud boasters and hard drinkers, of Faring town, John Kulrek and his crony Lie-lip Canool. Many [...]
27Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Hyena
by Robert E. Howard From the time when I first saw Senecoza, the fetish-man, I distrusted him, and from vague distrust the idea eventually grew into hatred. I was but newly come to the East Coast, new to African ways, somewhat inclined to follow my impulses, and possessed of a large amount of curiosity. Because [...]
23Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedWolfshead
by Robert E. Howard Fear? your pardon, Messieurs, but the meaning of fear you do not know. No, I hold to my statement. You are soldiers, adventurers. You have known the charges of regiments of dragoons, the frenzy of wind-lashed seas. But fear, real hair-raising, horror-crawling fear, you have not known. I myself have known [...]
23Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedIn the Forest of Villefére
by Robert E. Howard The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind lay the nearest village–miles ahead the [...]
22Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued