... James Marston's story. A score of learned bodies have courteously heard him tell it, and then among themselves have lamented that so brilliant ...
... and gauntlets with which each man of the party is provided. The five of us, said Professor Marston, sat side by side on the beach. There was Wilkinson ...
... about five hundred miles northeast of the Guinea coast. The five of us had managed to drop a lifeboat and get away. The boat was well stocked with water ...
... square and about five hundred feet wide. The trees stopped abruptly at its edges as though held back by something unseen. But it was not this singular ...
... In the center of the space was a pool walled about with huge blocks of cut stone. At the side of the pool rose a great stone figure, carved in the semblance ...
... of a man with outstretched hands. It was at least twenty feet high and was extremely well executed. At the distance the statue seemed nude and yet it ...
... swaggered up to the idol and laid his hand on it. He drew it away quickly, his face white, his mouth twitching. I followed him and conquering my unscientific repugnance, ...
... whose monuments are scattered over the Southern Pacific. The carving of the wings was wonderful. They were batlike, as I have said, folded and each ...
... The sensation came of course, I reasoned, only from the temperature and texture of the stone-and yet this did not really satisfy me. Dusk was soon ...
... The trees began to thin out and we thought we were approaching the beach. Then Waters clutched my arm. I stopped. Directly in front of us was the open ...
... through the chinks in the wall illuminated it clearly. At the back were two small basins set in the stone. I looked in one and saw a faint reddish ...
... or did it move? No, it was the wings! They stood out from the stone and waved-they waved, I say, from the ankles to the neck of that monstrous statue. Bates ...
... his pistol raised. Then there was a shot. And after that the air was filled with a rushing sound like that of a thousand fans. I saw the wings loose ...
... my companions as they had clung to the stone. I fell back into the hut. I lay there through the night insane with terror. Many times I heard the fan-like ...
... wrapped around in thin skin! Mastering myself, I went close to the idol. There was something different about it. It seemed larger-as though, the thought ...
... from the ends of the wings that clothed it! I do not remember what happened afterward. I awoke on the pearling schooner Luana which had picked me ...
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... of the Wood Abraham Merritt The Fox Woman Abraham Merritt The Ship of Ishtar Abraham Merritt The People of the Pit Abraham Merritt Creep, Shadow! Abraham ...
... 20, 1884-August 21, 1943), who published under the byline A. Merritt, was an American editor and author of works of fantastic fiction. Source: ...
... Lines of Old French (1919) The Face in the Abyss (1923) The Metal Monster (1920) Creep, Shadow! (1934) Through the Dragon Glass (1917) The ...