‘Against the Sunset’
James LaFond's Impressions of Autumn by Robert E. Howard
© 2018 James LaFond
JUN/13/18
Reading from A Word from the Outer Dark, page 79
“Now is the lyre of Homer flecked with rust,” begins the first verse of three in this circadian poem. Reading such brief, atmospheric works shot with reflection and shaded in reds, grays and midnight shadows, one finds—or this reader fancies—the doom-gurgling fountain of Howard’s most striking fantasies set in worlds so dark that his black-maned, dark-hearted and bloody-handed heroes might seem a comet of virtue against the worlds that bore them.
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let the world fend for itself
wife—
sons of aryas
solo boxing
the lesser angels of our nature
the combat space
ranger?
when you're food
advent america
book of nightmares
the first boxers
logic of steel
the year the world took the z-pill
predation
taboo you
blue eyed daughter of zeus
cracker-boy
the greatest lie ever sold
orphan nation
dark, distant futures
son of a lesser god
your trojan whorse
into leviathan’s maw
on the overton railroad
z-pill forever
honor among men
the greatest boxer
hate
song of the secret gardener
logic of force
uncle satan
america the brutal
masculine axis
on combat
sorcerer!
thriving in bad places
fiction anthology one
by the wine dark sea
time & cosmos
the sunset saga complete
barbarism versus civilization
songs of aryas
all-power-fighting
the fighting edge
night city
fate
fanatic
broken dance
beasts of aryas
within leviathan’s craw
the gods of boxing
winter of a fighting life
menthol rampage
triumph
under the god of things