The Blood of Belshazzar

Robert E. Howard

Once it was called Eski-Hissar, the Old Castle, for it was very ancient even when the first Seljuks swept out of the east, and not even the Arabs, who rebuilt that crumbling pile in the days of Abu Bekr, knew what hands reared those massive bastions among the frowning foothills of the Taurus. Now, since the old keep had become a bandits hold, men called it Bab-el-Shaitan, the Gate of the Devil, and with good reason.

The Conan Saga

Robert E. Howard

This collection contains all of Robert E. Howards Conan the Cimmerian stories published during his lifetime, contextualized with biographical details of their author. His Conan stories feature a young barbarian warrior who carves himself a kingdom and rules with a degree of wisdom and justice. Neither supernatural fiends nor demonic sorcery could oppose the warrior as he wielded his mighty sword and dispatched his enemies to a bloody doom on the battlefields of the legendary Hyborian age. Collected together in one volume are besides the poem Cimmeria A Poem and the essay The Hyborian Age Conans World Robert E. Howards tales of the legendary hero, as fresh and atmospheric today as when they were first published in the pulp magazines of more than eighty years ago: The Tower Of The Elephant, Rogues In The House , Shadows In The Moonlight and so many others.

The Country of the Knife

Robert E. Howard

This early work by Robert E. Howard was originally published in 1936. Knife Country is a novel from the El Borak series of Texans in the early 20th century in Afghanistan. Very interesting book.

The Daughter of Erlik Khan

Robert E. Howard

The tall Englishman, Pembroke, was scratching lines on the earth with his hunting knife, talking in a jerky tone that indicated suppressed excitement: I tell you, Ormond, that peak to the west is the one we were to look for. Here, Ive marked a map in the dirt. This mark here represents our camp, and this one is the peak. Weve marched north far enough.

The Devil in Iron

Robert E. Howard

The fisherman loosened his knife in its scabbard. The gesture was instinctive, for what he feared was nothing a knife could slay, not even the saw-edged crescent blade of the Yuetshi that could disembowel a man with an upward stroke. Neither man nor beast threatened him in the solitude which brooded over the castellated isle of Xapur.

The Exploits of Buckner Jeopardy Grimes

Robert E. Howard

This having happened to me I sat still on my brother Bills horse, because thats the best thing you can do when a feller is pinting a cocked.45 at your wishbone. This feller was a mean-looking hombre in a sweaty hickory shirt with brass rivets in his leather hat band, and he needed a shave. He said, Who are you? Where you from? Where you goin? What you aimin to do when you get there?

The Gods of Bal-Sagoth

Robert E. Howard

...Shipwrecked on a mysterious island, two sailors find traces of a lost civilization and memories of their own impossible part in it! ...The last words of an operatic tenor bring the music of hell to the man who destroyed him....Turlogh OBrien, mighty Gaelic warrior who serves no master but gold and blood, battles for a kingdom against the fearful ancient gods of Bal-Sagoth. All together for the first time in The Gods of Bal-Sagoth.

The Grisly Horror

Robert E. Howard

The silence of the pine woods lay like a brooding cloak about the soul of Bristol McGrath. The black shadows seemed fixed, immovable as the weight of superstition that overhung this forgotten back-country. Vague ancestral dreads stirred at the back of McGraths mind; for he was born in the pine woods, and sixteen years of roaming about the world had not erased their shadows.