Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread

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This 860-page collection contains all of Robert E. Howard's Conan the Cimmerian stories published during his lifetime, contextualized with biographical details

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TORCHES FLARED MURKILY ON THE REVELS IN THE MAUL, WHERE THE THIEVES OF THE EAST HELD CARNIVAL BY NIGHT. IN THE MAUL THEY COULD CAROUSE AND ROAR AS THEY LIKED, F