For me it started with my brother Bob's green book shelf. My two brothers and I shared a bedroom when we were young, but when my brother Bob turned about 17, our dad built a basement bedroom for him. It was the Seventies, and Bob would often blare Pink Floyd and Elvis Costello in his basement pad. He never let me in, but I would often linger outside his door where he kept this green bookshelf stacked with paperbacks. That was where I discovered Tolkien, Asimov, and my favorite, Robert E. Howard. The cover of Conan the Conqueror by Frank Frazetta was the one that stuck out in my mind the most. It really captured my imagination. Still does. The horror and brutality of it! Yes, for me it starts with Frank Frazetta.