/lit/ - Literature

>>16110223
Sticks by Karl Edward Wagner
Pigeons From Hell by Robert E. Howard
The Broadsword by Laird Barron
The Throne of Bones by Brian McNaughton

Living, gleaming serpents coiled around the corpse of a man, as if he had been wrapped in serpents rather than bandages and left standing there, his ankles bound together, his arms tied across his chest, his head thrown back in an endless, silent scream, his living eyes wide and glassy with pain and what had to be madness. For centuries he had suffered thus, the serpents devouring but never consuming, his agony beyond all imagination.
Orkanre held up Moon. “Unworthy son, behold your father, my loyal friend. Remember?”
Moon shrieked as Orkanre tossed the glowing head into the mummy-case like so much trash. With an abrupt jerk, the crossed arms broke free of their bonds. Skeletal hands caught Moon and held him fast while hundreds of serpents wriggled over the glowing face. Moon found his voice again. He screamed and screamed until the vaults seemed to shiver, but the mummy only laughed, its own voice deep and thunderous and infinitely terrible.

This is some good shit. I like when sorcery is treated as a truly supernatural and even evil force in fantasy and not like a fucking superpower from a Marvel movie.