“Thunder growled in the distance, a beast prowling the countryside, hungry and snuffling the air for blood. He crossed the wet grass of the side yard, traversed the sidewalk. It was the same track he’d taken a thousand times before.… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
...at the bottom of all these noble races the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast, prowling about avidly in search of spoil and victory... — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
