And he knew the monster would not rise to attack him.

The monster rose into the sky again, turned, and came back for a second pass.

It was like a monster rising from the bottom of the sea.

The monster rose from the mud and went out in search of human flesh to eat.

The monster rose from its seat on the stone.

The monster rose from the mud and howled at the full moon.

Afar, the sea ran white and monsters rose from its depths.

The monster crested the rim of the pit and then rose above it.

He clenched his hands at his sides in an effort to still the monster rising within him.

Tristan stopped short, as the monster rose above him.