Quotes from Robert E. Howard

What you inherited without lifting a finger—except to poison a few brothers—I fought for.

There is no god but evil; no lite but darkness; no hope but doom—

The Lion banner sways and falls in the horror-haunted gloom; A scarlet Dragon rustles by, borne on winds of doom. In heaps the shining horsemen lie, where the thrusting lances break, And deep in the haunted mountains, the lost, black gods awake. Dead hands grope in the shadows, the stars turn pale with fright, For this is the Dragon's Hour, the triumph of Fear and Night.

He held out his hand as if to receive something, and the Turanian cried out sharply like a man in mortal agony. He reeled drunkenly, and then, with a splintering of bones, a rending of flesh and muscle and a snapping of mail-links, his breast burst outward with a shower of blood, and through the ghastly aperture something red and dripping shot through the air into the Master's outstretched hand, as a bit of steel leaps to the magnet.

los hombres civilizados son más descorteses que los salvajes, pues saben que por lo general pueden ser maleducados sin que nadie les abra la cabeza. Se

While I never really awoke until morning, sounds and noises seemed to drift to me through my veil of slumber

He was a swine whose only god was gold.

Cimmeria, land of Darkness and deep Night.

The moon glimmered evilly through the trees, etching out black shadows and throwing an illusive witch-light over the country.

When I cannot stand alone, it will be time to die," he mumbled, through mashed lips. "But I'd like a flagon of wine. Conan- Rogues in the House

Naive as a child in many ways, unfamiliar with the sophistry of civilization, he was naturally intelligent, jealous of his rights, and dangerous as a hungry tiger.

At her shriek Conan shot erect, teeth gleaming, sword lifted. "The statues! The statues! – oh my God, the statues are coming to life!

I know lords in Shem who would trade the secret of the Elephant Tower for her," he said, returning to his ale.

When you allow the elevation of a man, one can be sure that you'll profit by his advancement. I've earned everything I've won, with my blood and sweat.

It takes oppression and hardship to stiffen men's guts and put the fire of hell into their thews.

Then far across the dim mountains that fringed the eastern skyline, a faint haze began to glow, and presently a great golden moon came up, making a ghostly radiance over the land and etching boldly the dark clumps of shadows that were trees.

Have you wondered about these lights? They are jewels, fused with radium. You rub them with your thumb to make them glow, and rub them again, the opposite way, to extinguish them. That is but a single example of their science.

In his roaming about the world the giant adventurer had picked up a wide smattering of knowledge, particularly including the speaking and reading of many alien tongues. Many a sheltered scholar would have been astonished at the Cimmerian's linguistic abilities, for he had experienced many adventures where knowledge of a strange language had meant the difference between life and death.

The sun sank like a dull-glowing copper ball into a lake of fire. The blue of the sea merged with the blue of the sky, and both turned to soft dark velvet, clustered with stars and the mirrors of stars.

Under the caverned pyramids great Set coils asleep; Among the shadows of the tombs his dusky people creep. I speak the Word from the hidden gulfs that never knew the sun Send me a servant for my hate, oh scaled and shining One!

There was no life in the Abyss, save that which was incorporated in me," it tolled. "Nor was there light, nor motion, nor any sound. Only the urge behind and beyond life guided and impelled me on my upward journey, blind, insensate, inexorable. Through ages upon ages, and the changeless strata of darkness I climbed–

When my fictional characters can't slash and slog and litter the pages with one another's carcasses, I'm an utter flop as a tale-spinner.

For this a Truth as eld as Hell, changeless as cosmic rhyme, For every sin that we revel in we must make right some time.

Sorcery thrives on success, not on failure.