The monster hissed in glee and moved in to take him in, bottomfirst.

"You will write three letters, Horris Kew," the monster hissed.

The monster hissed and screeched, twisted away, and fought to stand upright.

"Give to me the magicss," the monster hissed, and the crooked fingers beckoned.

The monster roared and hissed like a hundred boiling kettles as its left wing went limp.

The monster hissed at her, but could not touch her; it was, as she had surmised, illusion.

She leaned on an oaken staff while the monsters hissed and screeched at her.

The monster hissed and whirled on her.

To his consternation, the monster hissed in annoyance.

The monster glanced at her and hissed.