Robert E. Howard

Robert E. Howard

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Portrait of Robert E. Howard Robert E. Howard Beyond the Black River — Chapter I (1935)

His profanity, as Balthus floundered after him, was lurid and impassioned. The Cimmerian was standing over the litter on which lay the body of Tiberias. And that body no longer possessed a head.
“Tricked us with its damnable caterwauling!” raved Conan, swinging his great sword about his head in his wrath. “I might have known! I might have guessed a trick! Now there'll be five heads to decorate Zogar's altar.”
“But what thing is it that can cry like a woman and laugh like a devil, and shines like witch-fire as it glides through the trees?” gasped Balthus, mopping the sweat from his pale face.
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Portrait of Robert E. Howard Robert E. Howard Beyond the Black River — Chapter I (1935)

The sun had not set, but it was no longer in sight, hidden as it was behind the dense forest wall. The shadows were lengthening, deepening back in the woods as the companions strode on down the trail.
“It will be dark before we reach the fort,” commented Conan casually; then: “Listen!”
He stopped short, half crouching, sword ready, transformed into a savage figure of suspicion and menace, poised to spring and rend. Balthus had heard it too — a wild scream that broke at its highest note. It was the cry of a man in dire fear or agony.
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Portrait of Robert E. Howard Robert E. Howard Beyond the Black River — Chapter I (1935)

Under the bushes at the edge of the path there was a footprint, made in blood on the hard loam.
“Did a man make that?” demanded Conan.
Balthus felt his scalp prickle. Neither man nor any beast that he had ever seen could have left that strange, monstrous, three-toed print, that was curiously combined of the bird and the reptile, yet a true type of neither.
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