The Blog That Time Forgot

But on they came, driven by the implacable will of Suleyman, and now in September, 1529, over the ruins of Hungary, the Turk swept on Europe...

Books dealing on Scottish history were easier for me to obtain than those dealing with Irish history, so in my childhood I knew infinite...

As I'd been branching out over the past few years, there are a few new friends & followers who might not know much about Robert ...

Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw ne...

See, Howard just got pirates. None of this "arrrr matey" theatricality: just a surly, burly man slouching with a sword. 22nd ...

“Crom!” It was an explosive imprecation from Conan’s lips as he started up, his great fists clenched into hammers, his veins on his temples...

In the last analysis, I reckon, I have but a single conviction or ideal, or whateverthehell it might be called: individual liberty. It’s th...

  *Picture courtesy of Patrice Louinet I just got an email from Roger Chambers, Norris Chambers' son, informing me that Norris pas...

“Who are you to swear by Ymir?” she mocked. “What know you of the gods of ice and snow, you who have come up from the south to adventure ...

The clangor of the swords had died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed; silence lay on the red-stained snow. The bleak pale su...

 Sometimes you just have to go with the classics.     “Asgard and Vanaheim,” Prospero scanned the map. “By Mitra, I had almost beli...

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 subt...

When the world was young and men were weak, and the fiends of the night walked free, I strove with Set by fire and steel and the juic...

Under the caverned pyramids great Set coils asleep; Among the shadows of the tombs his dusky people creep. I speak the Word from the hid...

When I was a fighting-man, the kettle-drums they beat, The people scattered gold-dust before my horses feet; But now I am a great ki...

    Over shadowy spires and gleaming towers lay the ghostly darkness and silence that runs before dawn. Into a dim alley, one of a verit...

Red Fury's a lucky man! “Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the ye...

The more I reviewed the introduction's appraisal of Conan's literary origins in Howard's work, the more I felt...

Over four months later, Auntie's responded .  Due to what they are calling "a backlog of correspondence," my complaint to the...

A couple of Mark Finn-related links I wanted to share. First is something I find to be of tremendous importance: "Southwestern Discom...