Mountain Pass Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Jake was bent over his laptop when we returned to the main room, his expression grave. “What do you have?” Kane asked. Jake leaned in and tapped a key. Lines of garbled text snapped into a clear timetable. “Mountain pass run—tomorrow. Full moon.” His voice went flat. “This wasn’t supposed to be on our feed.” Kane’s expression darkened as he read. Every head in the room turned toward the laptop screen. I could see a date, a mountain pass name, and coordinates that meant nothing to me but clearly meant everything to them.

"What's our route looking like?" "Highway 12 straight through Redwood territory. They're neutral to us, and we've got permission to pass." Cass pulled out a weathered map and spread it on his bike's seat. "Then we cut through the mountain pass. That's no-man's-land—rogues, outcasts, and things that don't want to be found." "How long will we be exposed in the pass?"

Elma The ascent was a slow, rhythmic torture. The High Pass was less of a road and more of a jagged scar across the face of the mountains. To our left, the rock rose in a sheer, unforgiving wall of granite; to our right, the world simply ended in a vertical drop that swallowed the mist of the valley below.

For more experienced alpine hikers, there are three mountain pass routes - over the Mueller, Copland, and Ball passes. Allana and Augustine decided to take the short one for they planned to ski after the sightseeing, it would be a waste not to try it out. Wearing their protective gear, they were assessed by a worker and briefed about where to go and not to go. Augustine and Allana began their ski within the area and had their fair share of enjoyment, the refreshing cold air and the light snow brushing through their body as they moved around brought smiles to their faces. Their experiences for the past month were undoubtedly memorable and immaculate.

“It is heavily fortified. Walls. Gates. Sensors. Guards. Nothing moves through there without being checked, scanned, and cleared. It is the only official way forward.” Theron looked at the map. He looked at the steep, rocky hills rising high on either side of the pass. “Official way,” Theron repeated. He tapped the screen, pointing to a narrow line winding up the face of the northern mountain, far above the checkpoint and the road. “What is this?” Leo zoomed in. “An old trail. Unused for decades. It goes straight up the cliff face, over the top, and down the other side. It is marked on their maps as unstable, dangerous, impassable. They do not guard it because they believe no one could possi

"We do. Summer is hot down lower, and with the grasses having grown on the mountain all spring, it's perfect for them. All the calves are big enough to make the trip, so it's great for them to head on up here for a couple of months." He glanced her way. "Wait until you see the mountain pastureland. This time of year, it will still be covered with spring flowers." As they continued together up the slope, Poppy realized that the air was cooler than it had been down at the house. She also noticed that the breeze had picked up a little, and she wished she had considered a jacket before she'd left the motel. The path narrowed as tall trees crowded in, and Duffy fell into step behind Cheyenn

He turned around at the next exit, passed the spot where Fleur had jumped, drove several tens of kilometers forward, and then exited the highway at the town where Fleur had left. The map showed that besides this highway, the only other path out of this town was a rugged mountain road leading to the outside world. At the end of the mountain road, not far from the starting point, was a mountain called Mount Quiant. It went down through the town, connected to the main road of the town, and then extended to the entrance and exit of the highway. If they didn't take the highway here, continuing forward would lead to a national road that crossed Yorkshire Hill.

"The Shadow King's army outnumbers us." Lynnek studied the map for a long moment. Then she noticed something. "What's this?" She pointed to a narrow canyon between two mountains. Kael answered. "Raven Pass." "It's the only entrance to Blackstone from the north." Her eyes lit up. "So they have to come through here?" "Yes." A slow smile spread across her face. "Then don't fight ten thousand wolves." Everyone looked at her. "Fight the pass." The room grew quiet. Miguel leaned closer.

I didn't ask if we could just walk away. I saw the look in his eyes—that terrifying, lethal focus that I had feared would never return. He was already loading his gear into the back of our truck. "We have to intercept them before they hit the pass," he added, tossing me my sidearm. "If we lose the trail here, we lose the world." ​We hit the road before dawn. The Illyrian mountain pass was a jagged, treacherous spine of rock that defied sanity. The fog was so thick it felt like driving through a wall of wet wool, but Julian didn't slow down. He pushed the truck to its limits, the engine screaming as we navigated hair-pin turns that hung over thousand-foot drops.

"Thane, Vestra, and four scouts. The rest stay here and prepare." The Whispering Pass was a narrow gorge that cut through a range of low, forested mountains east of Ironmaw territory. Its name, Thane informed them as they approached, came from the sound the wind made as it moved through the rock formations — a constant, mournful sigh that some said was the voices of ancient seers who had died protecting the enclave.