A terrible cry ripped the fabric of the night.

The girl's fierce cry ripped through the inn.

A cry of agony ripped free from her gullet.

A cry ripped from her throat at the invasion.

A terrified cry ripped past her lips; the roar of the engine drowned it out.

His cry ripped through the fabric of reality, touching the ears of the gods themselves.

A cry of pain ripped back, and the door fell open all the way.

Again the cry of pain ripped through the panelled hallway above, down the narrow log stairway.

A surprised cry ripped from the man's lips before he tumbled over the side and disappeared.

A savage cry, as if reluctantly ripped from a tightened throat.