"The cry was pinched off short as the blood-warm waters of the Caribbean Sea closed over his head."
"His eyes made out the shadowy outlines of a palatial château; it was set on a high bluff, and three sides of it cliffs dived down to where the sea licked greedy lips in the shadows."
"But you can't mean-" gasped Rainsford. "And why not?" "I can't believe you are serious, General Zaroff. This is a grisly joke." "Why should I not be serious? I am speaking of hunting." "Hunting? General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder."
"Very deliberately, he blew a smoke ring in the air."
"Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one of the best of my dogs."
"He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided."