There was a mysterious golden statue that always pointed one wayand it led to sudden death in the valley where flying disks landed.
her hips with a narrow gold band, set with jewels. It was a skirt, I suppose, but it hung with a diagonal hem-line running from hip to knee, it was beaded in an intricate pattern, not Oriental, somehow reminding me of American Indian bead work.
On her feet leather sandals, laced like the ancient Greek sandal nearly to the knee. In her hand a bow of horn, small and powerful. Around her shoulders a short leather cape similarly beaded and fringed. Around her brows a jeweled circlet set like a diadem, and it crowned a young queen, proud and knowing very well her beauty and its power.
Her features were neither Caucasian nor Oriental, certainly not the heavy-boned native stock. I couldn't pin them down to any race. Her nose was straight, the nostrils neither wide nor narrow, but strong and firm. Her eyes were too wide-set and heavy-lidded to be Aryan, but they were not tilted; they were level. Her hair was not black, but chestnut and curled or naturally very wavy. Her glance was tawny and aflame with
A story that starts out well, as a treasure hunt for gold into the forests of Korea with three disreputable partners. Then the mysterious (and never explained) golden statue comes into effect, and three or four alien races show up to fight.
In the old pulp style, the author simply added anything he needed to have the story come out. The characters are stereotypes and the skin-of-the-teeth escapes got tiresome.
No, Croen is not an alternative spelling of Korean.