H Rider Haggard Novels & Stories

I mumbled to myself as I kept scrolling through the available hits. "Ah, Vanderwood. Oh? This is a double hit? Looks like the man and his brother. Well, well, well, challenge accepted." I said out loud, as I pressed accept, and watched as file after file downloaded to my app. Now to study my prey. The GPS said I had an hour to the closest Academy, so I had time to do some research.

Indeed, there was the sense about him, and this before we’d even hit the trail, that in a life or death situation, he’d fight to the latter to give you the former. Higgins, our fellow paying customer, was an altogether different creature. A lean, graying wildlife documenter from Scotland, he was as quick to a wry or sharp-witted joke as he was to his digital camera, which his hand seemed to be perpetually creeping toward even when the expensive-looking device wasn’t in sight. His specialty in the recreational realm was mountain climbing. Annapurna, McKinley, and the Eiger were among his accomplishments, and one of these days, he claimed, he was going to get around to Everest and K-2. Like yo

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.