So, went by the mall yesterday to peruse the bookstores since the younger sister wanted to ogle over by the Hot Topic for some random ass band called "All Time Low".

Anyways, was in the Fantasy/Science Fiction section of the store looking for H.G. Well's "The Island of Dr. Moreau", and I saw it; Almost like a beacon of sheer testosterone piercing through the darkness of fantastical reads.

The Complete Chronicles of Conan by Robert E. Howard, just sat there on the shelf, its 800+ pages almost making the book appear more of a tome or grimoire rather than a novel. Not even Stephen King's It could stand up to the massive amounts of BARBARIAN these pages contained.

So, it was purchased for the sum of $29.95, and I must say TFSers, every story so far has impressed and continued to do so. It's almost as if Howard was driven by some unknown forces to write the adventures of a barbarian who is probably the pinnacle of being all things man(Savage, Leader, Womanizer, you name it).

Yet, this entire time, I can't help but wonder. Was it destiny, or PROVIDENCE?

Tl;dr version, It's absolutely worth every cent if you're a fan of fantasy and/or stories of Barbarians killing shit and being a general badass.

-- $20 says MYKE planted it there somehow.

$20.00 says Mike can't read anything without pictures.

Jew, Please.

I've read every Conan book to date.
Including the shitty Hyborian adventure series.

He might've planted it after all.

After reading it more for a bit, all I have to say is the following.

Stygians are such little dickholes.

That and there's irrefutable proof of an angry man of Germanic descent whisking around the bookstore.

Picts are the worst.