Karl Edward Wagner ... what a badass. It's tough enough to be good at one thing, but name me another human being who fully occupied the dual roles of magnificent, introspective author and rough-and tumble Harley riding biker. Too bad he drank himself to a premature death and wasted a lot of time single-finger typing manuscripts. How many more spectacular Kane tales could he have conjured forth with the assistance of a (buxom) typist? ;-)
Death Angel's Shadow
To turn and look upon its face,
Brought fear I'd never known
The shadow has ever haunted me,
As I walk the Earth so alone.
And when I turned, No face I saw,
For the Shadow was my own.
Death Angel's Shadow.
