Snippet: A Pulp Moment

(Here, have a Robert E. Howard pastiche.)

“Know, O prince, that between the years when your ancestors brought the last of Eli√©ra’s shining cities beneath their aegis, and the years of the rise of the Thirteen Worlds beyond the Gates, there was an Age undreamed of, when gleaming habitats¬†of steel and stone cloaked the twin suns in a jewel-studded mantle, when the lands and winds of far-flung spheres knew our shaping hand at last, and the old world dreamed beneath its new-wrought sky.”

(Because sometimes the pulp is strong with this one.)