Facing the title page is the following:
Robert E. Howard (1906-1936) lived a short life, but in that limited time managed to build up a following for his stories which remains enthusiastic to this very day. In an introduction to one of his books, Dr. John D. Clark, Ph.D., wrote:
“The parts of a writer that don’t die with his body are his stories—and Howard’s yarns are not going to die for a long time among those who frankly and whole-heartedly like adventure on the grand scale.
“Above all Howard was a story-teller. The story came first, last and in between. Something is always happening, and the flow of action never hesitates from beginning to end.”
ALMURIC, his only interplanetary novel, upholds his reputation for fast-action and vivid color to the highest degree.
For a young teenage boy seeking an afternoon’s escape from the lies, phony notions, false morality and sissy things of 1970s suburbia, this brief piece of editorial promotion got the sale, although by 1976 the price had risen from 60-cents to $1.25. My school lunch cost 50-cents per day. I fasted through my lunch break, reading Conan and Tarzan paperbacks, two of which a week I was able to purchase with my lunch money.
