They want to look at me as some sort of monster.

No one in the Order would ever look upon her as a monster.

What kind of a monster did the boy think he was?

What did these monsters from the past want of him?

No work would get done in the city until the monster left.

Whatever brought the monster into being must have taken a long time.

And I was always so good at being a monster!

I asked the monster on the other end of the phone line.

She had looked at him as if he were some sort of monster.

She was behind the man monster now, looking at me.

She could mean a real monster or just something large.

For a few long minutes, he had seen no evidence of the monster.

The girl looked at her as though she were some sort of monster.

No monster could make love to me the way you just did.

They were getting to know the human monsters up close and personal.

And if I were a monster, he would love me still.

The monster was across the way, off to the side.

But she is not ready to take the monsters to court.

Before he had a chance to think, the Monster was dead.

Such a monster could never last for more than a few million years.

No one but the chief had seen the monster, after all!

Would I know if the monster had already got me?

But as I had known, the monsters were too much for me.

By their way of looking at things, I am a monster.

Only the monster himself came up out of the earth.