The beast did not rise again, however, but lay there thrashing.

His beast rose to his anger like a dog to its owner's voice.

Then the beast was rising on all its feet and coming across the room.

The great beast was rising from the depths and preparing to bite if i necessary.

The black beasts were rising into the air and flying eastward.

He kissed me, and this time I was able to kiss him back, but the beast didn't rise.

And even an old beast can still rise for one more kill.

All around the man and the boy the beasts were rising, their eyes baleful.

At once, the big black beast on the doorstep uncurled himself and rose.

But the beast snorted, rose to its feet and ran to the herd.