I. — CONAN LOSES HIS AX THE stillness of the forest trail was so primeval that the tread of a soft-booted foot was a startling distu...

1. The Skull on the Crag The woman on the horse reined in her weary steed. It stood with its legs wide-braced, its head droop...

CHAPTER 1 TORCHES flared murkily on the revels in the Maul, where the thieves of the east held carnival by night. In the Maul they co...

"They say foul things of Old Times still lurk In dark forgotten corners of the world. And Gates still gape to loose, on certa...

And some return by the failing light And some in the waking dream. For she hears the heels of the dripping ghosts That ride the roug...

From the time when I first saw Senecoza, the fetish-man, I distrusted him, and from vague distrust the idea eventually grew into hatre...

As a wolf spies upon its hunters, John Reynolds watched his pursuers. He lay close in a thicket on the slope, a red inferno of hate see...

The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead gli...

_They lumber through the night_ _With their elephantine tread;_ _I shudder in affright_ _As I cower in my bed._ _They lift colossal ...

The night was strangely still. As we sat upon the wide veranda, gazing out over the broad, shadowy lawns, the silence of the hour ent...

There were, I remember, six of us in Conrad's bizarrely fashioned study, with its queer relics from all over the world and its l...

STEVE BRILL did not believe in ghosts or demons. Juan Lopez did. But neither the caution of the one nor the sturdy skepticism of the ...

1. The Whistler in the Dark Griswell awoke suddenly, every nerve tingling with a premonition of imminent peril. He stared about wild...