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Robert E.Howard

    Maxim Eremeevmembuat kutipan3 bulan yang lalu
    In the old free days all I wanted was a sharp sword and a straight path to my enemies. Now no paths are straight and my sword is useless
    Maxim Eremeevmembuat kutipan3 bulan yang lalu
    What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?
    I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
    The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
    Rush in and die, dogs—I was a man before I was a king
    Ирина Осипенкоmembuat kutipantahun lalu
    The wizard stretched forth his hand; his fingers opened and closed like a bird's claws.

    "Is that not a wonder--that this blind flesh obeys the thoughts of my mind? I walk, I breathe, I speakare they not all wonders?"
    vukkremicmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    His sorcery kept them in bonds. Then their priest, a strange, gaunt man of unknown race, plunged into the wilderness, and when he returned he bore a knife that was of no earthly substance. It was forged of a meteor, which flashed through the sky like a flaming arrow and fell in a far valley. The slaves rose. Their saw-edged crescents cut down the men of Dagon like sheep, and against that unearthly knife the magic of Khosatral was impotent. While carnage and slaughter bellowed through the red smoke that choked the streets, the grimmest act of that grim drama was played in the cryptic dome behind the great daised chamber with its copper throne and its walls mottled like the skin of serpents.
    vukkremicmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    Khemsa was drunk with freedom and the exercise of his power, glorying in his might and flinging his strength about as a young giant exercises his thews with unnecessary vigor in the exultant pride of his prowess.
    vukkremicmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    These men were more like wolves than human beings.
    vukkremicmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    Sorcery thrives on success, not on failure.
    vukkremicmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    “Are you a magician, that you have conquered the Black Seers of Yimsha, Conan of Ghor?” she asked, as they went down the path, with his heavy arm about her supple waist.
    “It was a girdle Khemsa gave me before he died,” Conan answered. “Yes, I found him on the trail. It is a curious one, which I’ll show you when I have time. Against some spells it was weak, but against others it was strong, and a good knife is always a hearty incantation.”
    vukkremicmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    I was born in the Cimmerian hills where the people are all barbarians. I have been a mercenary soldier, a corsair, a Kozak, and a hundred other things. What king has roamed the countries, fought the battles, loved the women, and won the plunder that I have?
    vukkremicmembuat kutipantahun lalu
    But the life in me was stronger than the life in common folk, for it partakes of the essence of the forces that seethe in the black gulfs beyond mortal ken.
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