Ishtar is an ancient and powerful goddess within the Hyborian Age, embodying desire, fertility, war, and cruel divine whim. Worshiped in decadent cities and feared in darker corners of the world, Ishtar represents the seductive and destructive nature of civilization itself—offering pleasure, power, and protection, but demanding devotion and sacrifice in return.
She thrives on passion and excess, drawing warriors and rulers into her orbit before casting them aside when their usefulness ends. As a goddess of both love and violence, Ishtar stands as a constant reminder that in the Hyborian Age, even divine favor comes at a terrible price.
My Rating “The Bear God Walks!” Somewhere in the woods near a Zingarian Hamlet, death stalks the local residents. Every hunter that has ventured into the deep pines has never returned alive. Now a mere child has been ravaged by what the mayor calls the Bear-God. Who will stand and defend the farmers for 1,000 […]
My Rating “Eyes Of The Gorgon” The noose tightened around Sonja’s neck as the Zingaran villagers cheered on from the market square. Why did they continue to call her monster? Why the term Gorgon? Red Sonja was not even supposed to be here today. This was nothing but a misunderstanding. Then a scream rang out
My Rating “A Nest Of Serpents – Part One: Slaves Of The Magi” A quarter moon stood high in the night sky as a stranger to the Kushian town of Daynt stalked a group of local denisons. These men were hiding a secret which could affect those who had just entered the squallored walls proper.
My Rating “The Coils Tighten” The returning sensation that is The Savage Sword Of Conan has reached the ten issue mark. Jim Zub is here with an elevator-pitch update on things to come. If you haven’t guessed already, it deals with the lands of Stygia. I’m very pleased to find the sword in all of
My Rating “Conan: Wolves Of The Tundra” The trap had been laid, or so the family thought. A savage, created by the very curse which flowed through their own veins, had been systematically killing those responsible for infecting him. Now the beast was at their front door looking to end the nightmare with a ferocious
My Rating Queen Of The Black Coast – Part 01 In the decadent halls nested deep within the sprawling port city of Argos, Conan the Cimmerian stood in judgment for the crime of loyalty. This trait was but a trivial annoyance to an arbiter corrupted by Argossean greed and courtly schemes. Thus the stubbornness of one
My Rating “Curse Of The Undead-Man” The cut-purse thugs had swarmed Conan in a darkened alleyway by chance, but what the Cimmerian had found on the cobblestone moments ago was worth killing for. The Maul district of Zamora had never been safe to traverse at any hour of the day, but at night, only seasoned
