There in Pegana lay the gods asleep, and in a corner lay the Power of the gods alone upon the floor, a thing wrought of black rock and four words graven upon it, whereof I might not give thee any clue, if even I should find it-four words of which none knoweth.
Being trapped in the steaming h-l of Venus is no excuse for forgetting one's manners-but anyone abducted, marooned, tricked, kept from tea might well crack under the strain!
To translate writings, you need a key to the code-and if the last writer of Martian died forty thousand years before the first writer of Earth was born .
In the Plaza of Dark Delights, which lies seven blocks south of the Marsh Gate and extends from the Fountain of Dark Abundance to the Shrine of the Black Virgin, the shop-lights glinted upward no more brightly than the stars glinted down.
Science fiction, in collaboration with the idea-men and technicians of Hollywood, has been responsible for many horrors, dating back to "e;The Cabinet of Dr.
Once upon a time in Lankhmar, City of the Black Toga, in the world of Nehwon, two years after the Year of the Feathered Death, Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser parted their ways.
