"My sorcerer is rattling his bones," whispered the host, then laughed wildly. "Dying, he swore his very bones would weave a net of death for me. I shackled his corpse to the floor, and now, deep in the night, I hear his bare skeleton clash and rattle as he seeks to be free, and I laugh, I laugh! Ho! ho! How he yearns to rise and stalk like old King Death along these dark corridors when I sleep, to slay me in my bed!"


"Rattle of Bones" (1929)

Robert E. Howard Quotes

My sorcerer is rattling his bones, whispered the host, then laughed wildly. Dying, he swore his very bones would weave a net of death for me. I...

My sorcerer is rattling his bones, whispered the host, then laughed wildly. Dying, he swore his very bones would weave a net of death for me. I...

My sorcerer is rattling his bones, whispered the host, then laughed wildly. Dying, he swore his very bones would weave a net of death for me. I...

My sorcerer is rattling his bones, whispered the host, then laughed wildly. Dying, he swore his very bones would weave a net of death for me. I...