Man and horse shrieked as one, a shrillness that never seemed to end, as they were roasted alive.

If the horse didn't shriek and rear at her approach, it was a very good sign.

A horse was still shrieking, somewhere.

The horses shrieked and whinnied in terror, turning to bolt along the shore of the tar pit.

My horse was shrieking with terror and trying to escape, but I knew that I could not flee and live.

Men and horses shrieked in pain and terror, bolted over the outer wall in blind panic.

Harnak jerked around in the saddle as a horse shrieked like a tortured woman.

A horse shrieked and the hounds began to bay, and there was so much shouting that Sam couldn't make out the voices anymore.

Below, the horses shrieked in panic.

The horse shrieked in pain as it collapsed, bouncing and rolling along the ground for some distance before finally breaking its neck and lying still.