Before The Invader Sound Was Born, The

My Body Seems A Mere Encumbrance To Me; An Imbecillic Wagon, Hitched To The Horse Of Desire, Which Is The Soul.

Man Is Still An Ape In That He Forgets What Is Not Ever Before His Eyes.

A Kingdom Is Not Lost By A Single Defeat.

He Was . . . A Strange Blending Of Puritan And Cavalier, With A Touch Of The Ancient Philosopher, And More Than A Touch Of The Pagan. . . . A Hunger In His Soul Drove Him On And On, An Urge To Right All Wrongs, Protect All Weaker Things. . . . Wayward And Restless As The Wind, He Was Consistent In Only One Respect—he Was True To His Ideals Of Justice And Right. Such Was Solomon Kane.

I Have Accomplished Little Enough, But Such As It Is, It Is The Result Of My Own Efforts.