111 years ago today, in Peaster, Texas, Robert E. Howard was born. You could take every author away and leave me Howard alone, and I would be well served until my final hour.
Robert E. Howard wrote with a passion unmatched and he created some of the most visceral and dynamic characters to ever grace the page.
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“I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom’s realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer’s Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.” ― Robert E. Howard,
He is, without question, my favorite author and today I shall honour his memory by spinning a yarn in the genre he spawned — sword & sorcery.
Happy Birthday, Two Gun, and thanks for the decades of inspiration you’ve given me. You thought yourself a failure. You were so very wrong…