Many many years ago (over 20?) I was standing in a Walden Books and I flipped through this book and found an excerpt from some other book or story. What I can remember is there was a warrior that was described and was bristling with weapons. Every weapon was named. Sword, axe, bow.. even the arrows were named. Beansplitter was one, I think. Like nearly an entire page was devoted to naming the weapons he carried.
What I THINK I remember:
it may have been at the back of a Michael Moorcock book or an anthology.
The main character may have been searching the world for his lover and then lamenting the fact that he (not joking) had his genitalia turned to stone or wood or something.