All fledโall done, so lift me on the pyreโ The Feast is over, and the lamps expire.
Robert E. HowardKnow, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.
Robert E. Howard