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In "Skulls in the Stars" by Robert E. Howard, Solomon Kane, a grim Puritan adventurer, must cross a haunted moor despite eerie warnings. As he ventures into the fog-laden wilderness, he confronts a supernatural force tied to a dark secret. The tale weaves an atmosphere of tension, danger, and moral retribution, showcasing Kane's fearless resolve against otherworldly evil.
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In "Skulls in the Stars" by Robert E. Howard, Solomon Kane, a grim Puritan adventurer, must cross a haunted moor despite eerie warnings. As he ventures into the fog-laden wilderness, he confronts a supernatural force tied to a dark secret. The tale weaves an atmosphere of tension, danger, and moral retribution, showcasing Kane's fearless resolve against otherworldly evil.
Haunted, evil, Solomon Kane
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He told how murders walk the earth Beneath the curse of Cain, With crimson clouds before their eyes And flames about their brain: For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain. —Hood
There are two roads to Torkertown. One, the shorter and more direct route, leads across a barren upland moor, and the other, which is much longer, winds its tortuous way in and out among the hummocks and quagmires of the swamps, skirting the low hills to the east. It was a dangerous and tedious trail; so Solomon Kane halted in amazement when a breathless youth from the village he had just left overtook him and implored him for God's sake to take the swamp road.
“The swamp road!” Kane stared at the boy. He was a tall, gaunt man, Solomon Kane, his darkly pallid face and deep brooding eyes made more somber by the drab Puritanical garb he affected.
“Yes, sir, 'tis far safer,” the youngster answered to his surprised exclamation.
“Then the moor road must be haunted by Satan himself, for your townsmen warned me against traversing the other.”
“Because of the quagmires, sir, that you might not see in the dark. You had better return to the village and continue your journey in the morning, sir.”
“Taking the swamp road?”