Mountain Pass Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"It's the only choke point narrow enough to neutralize their numerical advantage. If we place our remaining heavy artillery on the high ridges, we can collapse the pass and trap their haulers in the gorge." "You can't trap the First Prime in a gorge, Garcia," Maeve spoke up, her voice calm, almost detached. "He built those mountain passes. He knows every subterranean tunnel beneath the stone. If you try to hold the Serpent's Pass with conventional tactics, he will simply move his host through the lower arteries and flank you from behind." "Then what do you suggest, princess?" Zane asked, leaning against the wall, his dark eyes cold. "We let him walk straight into the capital?"

And there was still so much about the power inside her that was untapped, so much she didn’t understand. Rurik nodded toward the maps, his finger tracing a route that led to a heavily fortified mountain pass to the east. “The Council’s grip is tightening, and it’s becoming harder to move in and out of certain areas. This pass—Thornpeak—is the key. It’s one of the last unbreached routes through the mountains, but it’s also a choke point. If we can take it, we’ll have access to their inner territories.” Sera frowned, studying the map. “But it’s guarded, heavily.”

That’s when he realized that Leah had called him by his name—Lejandro. After a few seconds, Lejandro reached the highway, where something unknown was happening. “Excuse me…” Lejandro said to a police officer. “Sir Lejandro!” the police officer responded upon recognizing him. “Sorry, sir, but you can’t pass through here right now because large rocks are blocking the road. House Mountain suddenly collapsed, and everything fell here,” the officer explained. “How long will it take to clear?” “Oh sir, it might take until tomorrow! But you can take the Mountain Road instead. It’s just that it’s a longer route. You’ll travel for about six hours before reaching Ferman’s Village.”

Of course, I couldn’t understand her cryptic squawks, but Ulysses seemed to comprehend her perfectly. We rounded a corner, and I spotted a small stream flowing gently in front of us. The sound of the water was soothing, breaking the silence of the night. I looked upstream, where gnarled trees and large rocks lined the banks. In the distance, I could make out a towering mountain. It seemed the stream was fed by melting snow from the mountain's peak. “This is part of an underground current,” Ulysses said, pointing to the deep green water. “If we follow this stream, it will lead us to a hidden passage. We can use it to cross the mountains and reach Klaus faster.”

Felix flashed him a grin and asked, “Oh yeah, Mr. Yarde. How did you get to the top of the mountain? Was no one standing guard there?” Kayson replied, “There was, but I defeated them all.” Shaking his head, Felix replied, “Stop messing with me, Mr. Yarde. There was more than one grandmaster-level fighter stationed on top of the mountain.” Kayson said, “I’m telling you the truth… Forget about it. You won’t believe me anyway.” ‘Of course I won’t. How am I supposed to believe something like that?’ Kayson said, “I’m going back to Skyspring. What about you?”

I asked, clutching the dashboard as the Unimog bounced over a hidden boulder. "Italy," Ethan said, his jaw set in a line of iron. "There’s a small pass called the Passo del Maloja. It’s a death trap in this weather, which means Julian’s men won't be guarding it. If we can cross the border, I have a contact in Lake Como who owes my father a life. We disappear there, rearm, and plan the flight back to New York." [Image: A rugged Mercedes Unimog driving through a narrow, snowy mountain pass at night without headlights]

"Please." Then he was gone, striding toward his horse, leaving me alone with the echo of his touch and the ache of everything unsaid. --- We reached the northern pass as the sun began to set. It was a narrow valley between two steep ridges, the only route through the mountains for miles in either direction. If the Red Claw wanted to reach our territory quickly, this was the way they'd come. Caleb studied the terrain with a warrior's eye, pointing out defensive positions, escape routes, places to hide. The warriors dispersed to their assigned posts, and soon the pass was quiet—too quiet, as if the land itself was holding its breath.

Then back at the map. One of the garrison commanders stood and went to the map and traced the route with one finger. He said something under his breath. Then he turned to the other commander and they looked at each other with the expression of two people confirming something they both just understood at the same time. "She is right," the second commander said. He said it to Orion, not to me. "The pass becomes crossable in approximately twenty-two days. We have nothing positioned there." The grey-haired pack lord looked at me with an expression that was not the condescension from the formal dinner. Something else. Reassessment.

The mountain pass was a narrow, zigzag of black rock and white ice. It was the only way into the valley if you wanted to avoid the main roads. High above, hidden among the frozen pines, Killian and Leo watched through thermal goggles. “They’re late,” Killian whispered. His breath came out in a thick white cloud. He was holding a remote detonator in his gloved hand.

Wen noticed Eldion’s sadness and said, “At least there’s the magic elixir. That’s one thing you haven’t tried yet. We only need to get to Dagos and find Lankko and Enzir when we get there.” Eldion brightened a little. “How far are we from Dagos?” asked Eldion. Wen poked the fire and added more wood. “I’m afraid we’ve a long way to go, Eldion. First, we need to cross the mountains through the Kanima Pass. We can take a little rest when we get there and then travel around Lake Dagos.” “And how long do we need to go before we reach the Kanima Pass. Possibly a day’s journey, Eldion. Maybe less if we’re fast. Just hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow and that we find a fork in the road leading westward,