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I guess that's all I have to say about it. Except that it's fun to find that old style of writing again, with giant warriors and their mighty thews, fighting horrible creatures with slavering jaws.....
The slavering jaws closed on the arm Conan flung up to guard his
throat, but the monster made no effort to secure a deathgrip. Over
his mangled arm it glared fiendishly into the king's eyes, in which
there began to be mirrored a likeness of the horror which stared from
the dead eyes of Ascalante. Conan felt his soul shrivel and begin to
be drawn out of his body, to drown in the yellow wells of cosmic
horror which glimmered spectrally in the formless chaos that was
growing about him and engulfing all life and sanity. Those eyes grew
and became gigantic, and in them the Cimmerian glimpsed the reality of
all the abysmal and blasphemous horrors that lurk in the outer
darkness of formless voids and nighted gulfs. He opened his bloody
lips to shriek his hate and loathing, but only a dry rattle burst from
his throat.
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