One of the most bizarre tales ever put to paper—the story of a swashbuckler, a woman of rare beauty and a weird, prehistoric world inhabited by the most peculiar race of cannibals ever spawned, the Barbarian King. More
The Barbarian King is best savored in small bites, so if you are one of those who reads everything cover-to-cover like your days are numbered, I suggest you move on to something more ordinary and therefore boring.
This is a tale of stone age kingdoms clashing in endless bloody raids upon one another, all the while a legend persisted, the lore of a beast of a man who would one day come falling from the sky, a brilliant man who would unite the untamed tribes, bring peace and make barbecue of their real foes; an enemy with rounder heads, no protruding eyebrows, and non apelike physiques.
There were vast regions of unexplored territory to conquer with uncivilized kingdoms, though enormous in extent, occupied a comparatively small strip of land between a vast ocean and impenetrable wall of mountains. The Yak Clan was the northern most kingdom of this world, the Quack Clan the middle most, and the Waqophs Clan the southern most. These were apish peoples who were uncultured, prehuman in nature and practiced cannibalism and loathed those across the mountains where lived another race. Humanlike, mysterious, but not cannibals, they were a race the Yaks, Quacks and Waqophs confronted throughout time and usually with disastrous results. They were the cannibals sworn enemy, the ButtShoo.
Hither came the President, black haired, sullen eyed, a large headed driver in hand; a thief, a plunderer, a slayer of all that was not ‘Fair and Nice’ with titanic voice and not so small ears, to stomp the living daylights out of anyone who opposed him under the cleats of his black and white tasseled Oxford golf shoes.
Barbarian King - this historic tale now begins!