"It is here." He crossed to the hill, stooped, and entered a dark cave about forty feet long, which was wholly lined with huge flat rocks carved with countless writhing serpents.

As Frances passed they seemed to stir and breathe beside her, at her feet, overhead.

The cave opened into a sacrificial chamber.

The reptiles grew gigantic here, and crowded closer.

Through some rift a beam of melancholy light crept in; a smell of death hung in the thick, unclean air.
Selo pointed to a stone altar.