"The sticks fell and the mouth of the new circle crunched and screamed...The beast struggled forward, broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water...There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws."
"On the mountain-top the parachute filled and moved; the figure slid, rose to its feet, spun, swayed down through a vastness of wet air...falling; still falling...The parachute took the figure forward, furrowing the lagoon, and bumped it over the reef and out to sea."
"The great wave of the tide moved farther along the island and the water lifted. Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations. Simon's dead body moved out toward the open sea."