Excerpts from the Book 'The Face In The Abyss':

... go-whatever the hell she was? Because I thought we'd have a better chance if I did than if I didn't. Graydon's own wrath was rising. I tell you ...
... you got rid of us? If so, where is it-because we'll all go together. Where'd you hide those gold spears? growled Starrett You never let her get away ...
... woods. He parted the bushes, and peered cautiously through them. There was no one upon the path. A sudden gust of wind tore at the trees. It brought ...
... you must not... . Her hand drew from beneath his, clenched it tight. He drew her close to him. For a moment she rested against his breast. The Mother ...
... like thin, straight swords. Winged serpents, paradise-plumed, whose bills were sharp rapiers. Winged serpents sending forth their paeans of fairy trumpets ...
... gave no heed to her coils, her-monstrousness. It was as though she reached down into his heart and plucked some deep hidden string, silent there ...
... of the cliffs swung toward each other. Separating them was a fissure some twenty feet wide, clean cut as though chiseled out of the rocks, and black ...
... Lord, exclaimed Graydon, in the Aymara equivalent There's nothing subtle in that discovery. I warned you I couldn't tell you how- He stopped, ...
... the disquieting thought of their age-they seemed normal people, charmingly courteous. Apparently there had been a sharp line of cleavage ...
... shaped a new and better world. You have seen these people, Graydon, and I think you have weighed them. Do you believe they have reason to thank those ...
... its shape, Lantlu, whispered the Shadow, sardonically. Precisely as there is something more to a head than a skull. It is why he beat you just now, ...
... They were like the serpentpeople upon the wall. He compared them with the bracelet on his wrist. Well, whoever had carved that had seen the Serpent-woman ...
... the Serpent-woman. Again he is right! Graydon looked at her. The little hand holding the sistrum was clenched so tightly that the knuckles shone ...
... his dress. He felt rather self-conscious in it, as though he were going to a costume party-something he had always loathed but there was nothing else to ...
... It was hard wood, almost metallic schooner rigged, its masts thick and squat, and, curiously enough, yardless. He caught at its stern a gleam ...
... web, no ray woven curtain! Graydon looked out into space, into the void beyond this universe. He saw the shapeless thing racing through it with a speed ...
... He found his way easily, as though his feet had been long trained to every turn and curve. After a little he stopped running for one thing, to conserve ...
... came at last to the Temple. They halted while the officer and a squad of his men mounted the broad steps, signaling with their flambeaux as they ...
... from it like enormous bats dropped black shadows. And bitter and ever more bitter grew the cold. For a moment Graydon watched that dread rain. The shadows appeared ...
... the thrones his peace. The next day the Mother returned and thereafter for a week Graydon was with her many hours each day answering her countless questions, ...