"You mean the idea that our ancestors were on the verge of spaceflight, so alien creatures hurled the Greatest Meteorite at them?"

I told them how he took the rats to the river's edge and described how the creatures desperately, blindly, hurled themselves into the murky waters.

"You say the creature hurled something that struck one of the robbers in the back?"

Even such minor creatures could hurl podia into the blackness that Quath now knew to be everywhere, behind each apparently solid object.

Then the creature gathered its mismated limbs beneath it and hurled itself skyward out of their way.

As he did, the creature hurled the cue stick like a javelin.

These powerful creatures often hurled themselves at the windows of the saloon with such violence as to make us feel very insecure.

And then suddenly, the creature bellowed loudly and hurled him through the nearest bookshelf.

The creature roared in anger, then plucked the bolt free and hurled it into the river.