I pictured a great, grizzled old hulk of a wolf standing in his place.

It was not a professional officer who came through the door, but a great hulk of a man.

One great hulk floated hull up between two smaller ships.

A few lights still burned in the great hulks of the apartment houses.

Now the great hulk of the alien spacecraft sat alone.

Quickly he transferred himself to the shoulders of the great, inert hulk.

A great beefy hulk of a man, just like a bull.

And then, across the sky I saw a great black hulk moving slowly toward me out of the night.

He wasn't risking being alone with that great black hulk.

I'm not usually quick to like people, but I found myself inclined to trust this great hulk of a creature.