SKULL-FACE
BY ROBERT E HOWARD
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Weird Tales October, November, December 1929.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
1. The Face in the Mist
"We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go."
—Omar Khayyam.
The horror first took concrete form amid that most unconcrete of all things—a hashish dream. I was off on a timeless, spaceless journey through the strange lands that belong to this state of being, a million miles away from earth and all things earthly; yet I became cognizant that something was reaching across the unknown voids—something that tore ruthlessly at the separating curtains of my illusions and intruded itself into my visions.