The great creature halted in its tracks, and lurched awkwardly forward upon its face, paralyzed.

The creature lurched into view, filling the doorway.

Suddenly, the creature lurched and the wings stopped flapping.

Black, misshapen creatures lurched into view, things that were unrecognizable, monsters from his worst nightmare.

The creature lurched back, squeaking in a tiny, feeble voice, like a mouse with a broken leg.

In desperation, the creature lurched toward him, its sword slashing at his face.

Her feathered creature arched back on the floor and lurched forward.

The creature suddenly lurched upward and began to shrink.

They all looked, with varying degrees of disbelief, as a skeletally thin creature lurched toward them.

The creature lurched slightly, but it did not seem to be hurt.