I seemed to be out of favor with the gods of fantasy. I discovered a second Kane book had already made its appearance, so I trundled back to the bookstore and asked to order Death Angel's Shadow. To this day I think of Bloodstone as a fondly remembered first love and it remains my favorite Kane novel. Killer Frogs! What more can a person ask from the genre. Kane was different, not a hero so much as an antihero. It was definitely a heroic fantasy, so I bought it and took it home to devour it.
I read the back cover and the book seemed pretty cool.
The cover had large man on it, standing with a sword in front of what appeared to be a green and red dome. Then one night, on an all but hopeless visit to my local bookstore, I spied a gleaming paperback cover shining out like a beacon in the night. Before long I was ordering every Conan comic I could find and scrounging in derelict bookstores trying to find long out-of-print Lancer paperbacks. Sure, it all started simply enough an issue of Savage Sword of Conan here, a couple of Conan the Barbarian Comics there, and before I knew it I was an addict. I was attending college in a small Iowa town called Spencer, when I became hooked on a fantasy genre called Heroic Fantasy. It all started one cold, clear evening in the early spring of 1975.
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