Flashing Swords! #1

Introductory Essay: Of Swordsmen & Sorcerers by Lin Carter

The Still less than momentary qualm which Death experienced at this point was far deeper and stronger than that which he had felt in the case of Lithquil. Fafhrd and the Mouser had served him well and in vastly more varied fashion the the Mad Duke.
-"The Sadness of the Executioner"by Fritz Leiber

Morreion made a furious motion; as his hand swept the air, it left a trail of sparks. "Magic derives from personal force! My passion alone will defeat the archveults! I glory in the forthcoming confrontation. Ah, but they will regret their deeds!"
-"Morreion" by Jack Vance

Stunned, beaten, naked, with hardly a tool or weapon among them, the merfolk followed their lord. Tauno hung, fists clenched on harpoon, until they were out of sight. The last stones of the royal hall toppled, and Liri was a ruin.
-"The Merman's Children" by Poul Anderson

Three goblins were entangled in the webs. They kicked and struggled furiously, spittling like cats, but only managed to become more tightly and completely enmeshed in the sticky green stuff. The six other goblins came flying, howling, at him.
-"The Higher Heresies of Oolimar" by Lin Carter (Amalrik the Mangod)