Wednesday, February 1, 2012

CONAN, not a wild man, but of the wild

CONAN sits next to the fire at night guarding princess Yasmela,
He was not merely a wild man; he was part of the wild, one with the untameable elements of live; in his blood ran the blood of the wolf-packs; his heart throbbed with the fire of blazing forests.
From "Black Colossus"
Page 121. The Complete Chronicles of CONAN.
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