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HALLOWEEN ALL THE TIME is howling away like a hellhound!!!

MAGIC RUNS DEEP to be released November 6th or sooner!!!

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‘Black shadows wavered on the walls as the two followed their silent host down a long, dark hall. The stocky, broad body of their guide seemed to grow and expand in the light of the small candle which he carried, throwing a long, grim shadow behind him. At a certain door he halted, indicating that they were to sleep there. –Robert E. Howard (Rattle of Bones)

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I’ve broken the laws of man and God,

I’ve flung my gauntlet forth to the world.

I’ve turned from the ways that in youth I trod–

Yonder the Skull Flag flies unfurled.

–Robert E. Howard (A Buccaneer Speaks)

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And waving in a dusky dragon light

Great moths whose wings unholy tapers char.

Red memory on memory, tier on tier, Builds up a tower, time and space to span;

Through world on world I rise, and sphere on sphere,

To star-shot gulfs of lunacy and fear— Black screaming ages never dreamed by man.’

–Robert E. Howard (Babel)

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#cimmerianseptember #robertehoward #booktube #conan #horrortale #horrorstories #horrorshorts #horrorstory #conanthebarbarian #barbarian It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun, With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds, And the dark woodlands brooding over all, Not even lightened by the rare dim sun Which made squat […]

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There are strange tales told when the full moon shines

Of voodoo nights when the ghost-things ran—

But the strangest figure among the pines

Was Kelly the conjure-man

–Robert E. Howard (Kelly the Conjure Man)

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Lash me two round shot hard to my ankles;
Over the rail let me slide to the deep;
I’ll never see Bristol; the crack of a pistol
Has weighted my eyelids wi’ coming o’ sleep.
—Robert E. Howard (A Dying Pirate Speaks of Treasure)

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But deep in the seaweed-haunted halls in the green unlighted deep,

Inhuman kings await the day that shall break their chains of sleep.

And far in a grim untrodden land on a jungle-girded hill,

A pillar stands like a sign of Fate, in subtle warning still.

 —Robert E. Howard (The Symbol)

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“Black loom the crags of the uplands behind me;

Dark are the sands of the far-stretching shore.

Dim are the pathways and rocks that remind me

Sadly of years in the lost nevermore.

Soft laps the ocean on wave-polish’d boulder;

Sweet is the sound and familiar to me.

Here, with her head gently bent to my shoulder,

Walk’d I with Unda, the Bride of the Sea.”— H.P. Lovecraft  (Unda, or The Bride of the Sea)

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“He spake in wonder, not in fear:

“How walks a man who died?

“Friend of old times, what do ye here,

“Long fallen at my side?”

“Rise up, rise up,” Sir Richard said,

“The hounds of doom are free;

“The slayers come to take your head

“To hang on the ju-ju tree.”— Robert E. Howard (The Return of Sir Richard Grenville)

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“Men fled before the flying twain or shrank with bated breath,
And they saw on the face of Adam Brand the seal set there by death.
He reeled on buckling legs that failed, yet on and on he fled;
So through the shuddering market-place, the dying fled the dead.”–Robert E. Howard (Dead Man’s Hate)

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It’s Dick Hansen, calling to me through the wind and the night and the black waters! Alive or dead, I’m his till I die! —Robert E. Howard (Restless Waters)

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“Twilight gathers and none can save me.
Well and well, for I would not stay:
Let me speak through the stone you grave me:
He never could say what he wished to say.”–Robert E. Howard (Lines Written in the Realization That I Must Die) Weird Tales August 1938

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“Then down from the great red stars above, each like a misty plume,
There fell on my face long drops of blood and I knew at last my doom.”–Robert E. Howard (The Fear That Follows)

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“And a Shape in the shadows wags its grisly head forever?

You swore by the blood-crust that stained your dagger,

By the haunted woods where hoofed feet swagger,

And under grisly burdens misshapen creatures stagger.

Up, John Kane, and cease your quaking!

You have made the pact which has no breaking,

And your brothers are eager their thirst to be slaking.

Up, John Kane! Why cringe there, and cower?

The pact was sealed with the dark blood-flower;

Glut now your fill in the werewolf ’s hour!”–Robert E. Howard (Up, John Kane!)