Excerpts from the Book 'The People Of The Pit':

... behind the five peaks. The beam drove up through a column of blue haze whose edges were marked as sharply as the rain that streams from the edges of ...
... where the beam was flashing. It drew. There was in it a note of inexorable insistence. It touched my heart with a thousand tiny fear-tipped fingers ...
... metal. From it fell a ring and a dozen links of shining white chain! What is he? Where did he come from? said Anderson. Look, he's fast asleep-yet ...
... thinking our only answer lies there, he answered, pointing to the figure that lay so motionless under the blankets we had thrown over him. Whatever ...
... God for that too, whispered the crawling man. He drank the brandy and water we lifted to his lips. Arms and legs quite dead, he said. Dead as ...
... like a low dike of rocks. Then-I ran across the road! The road! cried Anderson incredulously. The road, said the crawling man. A fine smooth ...
... down perhaps a thousand feet. Then a thick blue haze shut out the eye. It was like the blue you see gather on the high hills at dusk. And the pit-it ...
... I made my camp back of the gates. At dawn I filled my knapsack with food, my two canteens with water from a spring that wells up there by the gateway, ...
... been conscious of any fear. I felt that the figures at the entrance were guardians-but against what? The blue haze thickened and grew faintly luminescent. ...
... dozens-piled upon each other. It is hard to make you see what that city is like-look, suppose you have water pipes of a certain length and first ...
... tentacles they rested on the backs of shapeless monstrosities carved in crimson stone. The altar front was a gigantic slab of purple covered ...
... away. It was impossible. Repulsion for that unseen Thing raced me onward as though a current had my feet. I passed through the circle. I was out on ...
... the circular doorways and they thronged the street. The highest were eight feet above the pave the lowest perhaps two. They hurried, they sauntered, ...
... stripped of everything except one of the canteens that I had hung around my neck and which I suppose They had thought was-part of me. I tried to break ...
... an atom that rose and fell with the bowing globes. I tell you that even my heart pulsed in unison with them! The red glow faded, the lights streamed ...
... of the red I had worn it a sixth through. And all that night I whispered and bowed with the pit people, joining in their chant to the Thing that brooded ...
... and coverings for my hands. I crawled upward. I crawled up and up. And again I crept into one of the caves and waited until again the blue thickened, ...
... out between the guardians of the portals while thousands of gleaming globes rested in the blue haze and watched me. Glimpses of bitter fights against ...
... a great pile of wood and we burned his body as he had asked. We scattered his ashes about the forest with the ashes of the trees that had consumed him. ...
... A. Merritt, was an American editor and author of works of fantastic fiction. Source: Wikipedia You can also find on Amazon Merritt: Seven Footprints to ...