Henry Kuttner

glimpse of the man’s face, looking strangely stricken, as if his last friend in the world had left him.

e of the Master’s servants,” said the Sumerian, getting to his feet. “One of those he crea

eyes. His cracked lips twisted wryly as he viewed the endless wilderness of rock, the death-trap of the Arabian desert, dimmed now by driving gusts of icy rain. In the valley below him two pinnacles of rock towered, and as