The Blog That Time Forgot

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...

After my Elves in the Hyborian Age post, I was pondering this extract from "The Phoenix on the Sword": “They will continue to t...