The hunger of the people grew so great that they dug the earth looking for roots.

The same hunger she saw in his eyes had been steadily growing inside her.

He gave it to her with just the force she needed, but even before the kiss was over, the hunger had grown.

"With every pull, I could feel his hunger growing," she said, whispering.

"Except that my hunger for you has grown with each day we have been apart."

By the time she had cranked it all the way open, her hunger for air was growing desperate.

Without it, she says the hunger grows too strong, and they may be dangerous.

His hunger had grown so big it could never be satisfied.

Oh, she should, for each time he kissed her, the hunger inside grew more demanding.

And yet beneath it all, its infernal hunger was growing again.