Ah, well I may be a maudlin fool, but it brings a tear to my eye to hear you say it Cromsblood.
And just to reinforce your opinion...
Then with a yell and a rush someone was at his side and he heard the quick splintering of mail beneath the madly flailing strokes of a saber that flashed like silver lightning before his clearing sight. It was Red Sonya who had come to his aid, and her onslaught was no less terrible than that of a she-panther. Her strokes followed each other too quickly for the eye to follow; her blade was a blur of white fire, and men went down like ripe grain before the reaper.
Oaths flowed in a steady stream from Sonya’s red lips and she laughed wildly as her saber sang home and blood spurted along the edge.
Robert E Howard - Shadow of the Vulture
And then again...
“Who is she, in the devil’s name?” growled von Kalmbach.
“Red Sonya from Rogatino -- that’s all we know. Marches and fights like a man -- God knows why. Swears she’s sister to Roxelana, the Soldan’s favorite. If the Tatars who grabbed Roxelana that night had got Sonya, by Saint Piotr! Suleyman would have had a handful! Let her alone, sir brother; she’s a wildcat. Come and have a tankard of ale.”
Robert E Howard - Shadow of the Vulture.
Rides like a Cossak too!
I raise a tankard to ye Sir!
“I think the real reason so many youngsters are clamoring for freedom of some vague sort, is because of unrest and dissatisfaction with present conditions; I don't believe this machine age gives full satisfaction in a spiritual way, if the term may be allowed. ”
Robert E Howard
“Do you try to write like the guys who write for the magazines you write for?” Clyde asked.
“Hell, no,” Bob was emphatic about that. “I let them try to write like me.”
From One Who Walked Alone by Novalyne Price Ellis