I made the Worn Cover on Division third stop on this used book treasure hunt. It began
with the usual ennui. A swamp cooler thumped, spraying mold and rust. Across Division, Union
Pacific freights rattled. Only I head paperback thud on paperback as I riffled sci-fi. Daw.
Pyramid. Del Rey. Same stale stuff. Asimov, Burroughs, Clarke. How many books did dumb
Heinlein write?
Suddenly, I spied an Ace edition of holy Hyborian scripture. Buzzing fluorescents cast a
divine glow on its image of Conan supplied by Frank Frazetta. For $1.25, I became high priest of
my Dungeons and Dragons crew.