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“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? Good God, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder.”

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The Most Dangerous Game

The story follows a big-game hunter who falls off a yacht and swims to a mysterious Caribbean island, where he meets a Russian aristocrat who has grown bored with hunting animals and now pursues the most dangerous game of all: human prey. The hunter must use all his skills to survive a deadly hunt through the jungle, turning the tables on his captor in a tense and violent confrontation. more

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Richard Connell
Richard Connell

Richard Connell was an American author born on October 17, 1893, and died on November 22, 1949. He is known for his adventure and detective novels, which are characterized by their gripping plots and profound character development. more

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