"not even the sharpest of swords could have cut Grendel's hand through, broken it off the monster's arm and ended its life, as Beowulf had done armed only with his bare hands."
"She'd brooded on her loss, misery had brewed/ In her heart, that female horror, Grendel's/ Mother, living in the murky cold lake/ Assigned her since Cain had killed his only/ Brother, slain his father's son/ With an angry sword."
"The dragon began to belch out flames and burn bright homesteads; there was a hot glow that scared everyone, for the vile sky-wingerwould leave nothing alive in his wake."