"Howard had ...
poetry. He painted in about the broadest stokes imaginable. A
mass of glimmering black for the menace, an ice-blue cascade
for the hero, between them a swath of crimson for battle,
passion, blood -- and that was the picture, or story, rather,
except where a vivid detail might chance to spring to life, or a
swift thought-arabesque be added. He knew the words and
phrases of power and sought to use them as soon and as often as
possible..."
