Eden gazed at his writhing body a moment longer before she rose.
They saw a mass of tough green vines all matted together and writhing and twisting around like a nest of great snakes.
Memon, obsessed with the writhing creature, unhinged his jaw and swallowed it slowly, his eyes closed.
He tried to visualize her morphing into a wolf, writhing in pain as she transformed, foaming at the mouth, snarling.
The tree lowered a branch to him, and he wrapped his arms around it. It was warm and writhing, and one small branch wrapped around him to keep him secure as it shifted him upwards. Toby broke through the treetops and gasped.