Robert Ervin Howard

Hawk Of The Hills - Original Edition Robert Ervin Howard

TO A MAN standing in the gorge below, the man clinging to the sloping cliff would have been invisible, hidden from sight by the jutting ledges that looked like irregular stone steps from a distance. From a distance, also, the rugged wall looked easy to climb; but there were heart-breaking spaces between those ledges-stretches of treacherous shale, and steep pitches where clawing fingers and groping toes scarcely found a grip.