He saw himself crushed beneath a great worm with a human face.

The great worm crawled forward, carrying them along as if they were mere files.

In all of that green there was not one great worm.

A great worm can move very fast for short distances.

He had come to a place where the trail of the great worm intersected itself.

Burslem would be ready to face Swords again when he had his great worm back under control.

In the other room he could feel his daughter sleeping while the great worm devoured her.

The great worms will perish, and along with them our way of life.

Literally no one- not even the great worm in his lair.

Perhaps there was some way to avoid braining the great worm with a rock after all.