Indeed, each to their own. Personally I think Lustbader's early fantasy contained the same natural inspiration as Howard's Conan, and Lustbader was much better at maintaining that quality across a full novel than Howard.
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THE Scarred Man enters Sha'angh'sei at sunset. He pauses before the towering cinnabar escarpment of the western gate and turns in his dusty saddle. Above him, a pair of ebon carrion birds spread their grotesquely long wings, hovering, startlingly set off by the flare of the sky. Piled clouds riding like chariots of crimson fire obscure for long moments the bloated ablate of the sun as it sinks slothfully toward the heights of the city already lost within the thickening haze. It is a unique mark of the sunsets in Sha'angh'sei that the city itself and the land all around it is first engulfed by the purest crimson, sliding, as the sun disappears behind the man-made facade into the amethyst and violet which heralds the night.
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I think good prose is like a distinct vocalist. It's a bit like Harrison's Viriconium, but I dunno, I find Harrison seems to speak wonderfully, but says not much at the end.
Anyway, each to their own.