Pursued by a flock of wild wyverns above the frozen Margondar peaks, Conan of Cimmeria and Ian Aranill fought to keep their stricken skyship aloft, only to come crashing down in a border village far south of their quarry. But the wounded dragon had not fled far. Guided by the words of a village elder and Ian's bond with the great beasts, the two warriors set out on foot and found their prey at last: sheltered in an ancient mountain lair, healed and waiting. Now, in the ruins of a lost civilization, there is nowhere left to run for hunter or hunted.