The Lost Race E-Book

Robert E. Howard

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Seitenzahl: 25

Beschreibung

In "The Lost Race", Cororuc, a lone adventurer, stumbles upon the ruins of an ancient civilization hidden deep within a cave. As he explores the eerie site, he uncovers a horrifying secret about the long-lost race that once inhabited the land, confronting him with a terrifying glimpse into their dark legacy.

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The Lost Race

Robert E. Howard

SYNOPSIS

In “The Lost Race”, Cororuc, a lone adventurer, stumbles upon the ruins of an ancient civilization hidden deep within a cave. As he explores the eerie site, he uncovers a horrifying secret about the long-lost race that once inhabited the land, confronting him with a terrifying glimpse into their dark legacy.

Keywords

Ancient civilization, adventure, discovery

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The Lost Race

Cororuc glanced about him and hastened his pace. He was no coward, but he did not like the place. Tall trees rose all about, their sullen branches shutting out the sunlight. The dim trail led in and out among them, sometimes skirting the edge of a ravine, where Cororuc could gaze down at the treetops beneath. Occasionally, through a rift in the forest, he could see away to the forbidding hills that hinted of the ranges much farther to the west, that were the mountains of Cornwall.

In those mountains the bandit chief, Buruc the Cruel, was supposed to lurk, to descend upon such victims as might pass that way. Cororuc shifted his grip on his spear and quickened his step. His haste was due not only to the menace of the outlaws, but also to the fact that he wished once more to be in his native land. He had been on a secret mission to the wild Cornish tribesmen; and though he had been more or less successful, he was impatient to be out of their inhospitable country. It had been a long, wearisome trip, and he still had nearly the whole of Britain to traverse. He threw a glance of aversion about him. He longed for the pleasant woodlands, with scampering deer, and chirping birds, to which he was used. He longed for the tall white cliff, where the blue sea lapped merrily. The forest through which he was passing seemed uninhabited. There were no birds, no animals; nor had he seen a sign of human habitation.

His comrades still lingered at the savage court of the Cornish king, enjoying his crude hospitality, in no hurry to be away. But Cororuc was not content. So he had left them to follow at their leisure and had set out alone.

Rather a fine figure of a man was Cororuc. Some six feet in height, strongly though leanly built, he was, with gray eyes, a pure Briton but not a pure Celt, his long yellow hair revealing, in him as in all his race, a trace of Belgae.