He moved over and started down the face of a small cliff.

They were going to lower him down the face of the cliff?

The top of the cliff was still ten feet above his head.

Her feet were set on the face of the cliff.

One step at a time, until they got home or went off the end of the final cliff.

And we were not at the real top of the cliff, either.

I looked back, up the face of the black cliff.

He looked past her to the top of the cliff.

Then she moved out along the line of the cliffs, looking for a way down.

Let alone to stand near the edge of a cliff.