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any novels with really good "monster" characters like Gollum? It's odd but gollum's chapter in The Hobbit (chapter five) (and parts of Gardner's Grendel) really move me unlike any other scenes in any fiction, even scenes that are supposed to make you feel feels.
>They all began shouting at each other. One of the horses neighed and reared up, and for some crazy reason they took it for a sign. The king snatched an ax from the man beside him and, without any warning, he hurled it at me. I twisted, letting out a howl, and it shot past my shoulder, just barely touching my skin. Blood trickled out. "You're all crazy," I tried to yell, but it came out a moan. I bellowed for my mother. "Surround him!" the king yelled, "Save the horses!"—and suddenly I knew I was dealing with no dull mechanical bull but with thinking creatures, pattern makers, the most dangerous things I'd ever met. I shrieked at them, trying to scare them off, but they merely ducked behind bushes and took long sticks from the saddles of their horses, bows and javelins. "You're all crazy," I bellowed, "you're all insane!" I'd never howled more loudly in my life. Darts like hot coals went through my legs and arms and I howled more loudly still. And then, just when I was sure I was finished, a shriek ten times as loud as mine came blaring off the cliff. It was my mother!
>"Where is it? Where iss it?" "Losst it is, my precious, lost, lost! Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!" "Curse it! curse it! curse it!" hissed Gollum. "Curse the Baggins! It's gone! What has it got in its pocketses? Oh we guess, we guess, my precious. He's found it, yes he must have. My birthday-present." All at once there came a bloodcurdling shriek, filled with hatred and despair. Gollum was defeated. He dared go no further. He had lost: lost his prey, and lost, too, the only thing he had ever cared for, his precious.

any novels with really good "monster" characters like Gollum? It's odd but gollum's chapter in The Hobbit (chapter five) (and parts of Gardner's Grendel) really move me unlike any other scenes in any fiction, even scenes that are supposed to make you feel feels.
>They all began shouting at each other. One of the horses neighed and reared up, and for some crazy reason they took it for a sign. The king snatched an ax from the man beside him and, without any warning, he hurled it at me. I twisted, letting out a howl, and it shot past my shoulder, just barely touching my skin. Blood trickled out. "You're all crazy," I tried to yell, but it came out a moan. I bellowed for my mother. "Surround him!" the king yelled, "Save the horses!"—and suddenly I knew I was dealing with no dull mechanical bull but with thinking creatures, pattern
makers, the most dangerous things I'd ever met. I shrieked at them, trying to scare them off, but they merely ducked behind bushes and took long sticks from the saddles of their horses, bows and javelins. "You're all crazy," I bellowed, "you're all insane!" I'd never howled more loudly in my life. Darts like hot coals went through my legs and arms and I howled more loudly still. And then, just when I was sure I was finished, a shriek ten times as loud as mine came blaring off the cliff. It was my mother!
>"Where is it? Where iss it?" "Losst it is, my precious, lost, lost! Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!" "Curse it! curse it! curse it!" hissed Gollum. "Curse the Baggins! It's gone! What has it got in its pocketses? Oh we guess, we guess, my precious. He's found it, yes he must have. My birthday-present." All at once there came a bloodcurdling shriek, filled with hatred and despair. Gollum was defeated. He dared go no further. He had lost: lost his prey, and lost, too, the only thing he had ever cared for, his precious.

any novels with really good "monster" characters like Gollum? It's odd but gollum's chapter in The Hobbit (chapter five) (and parts of Gardner's Grendel) really move me unlike any other scenes in any fiction, even scenes that are supposed to make you feel feels.
>They all began shouting at each other. One of the horses neighed and reared
up, and for some crazy reason they took it for a sign. The king snatched an ax
from the man beside him and, without any warning, he hurled it at me. I twisted,
letting out a howl, and it shot past my shoulder, just barely touching my skin.
Blood trickled out.
"You're all crazy," I tried to yell, but it came out a moan. I bellowed for my
mother.
"Surround him!" the king yelled, "Save the horses!"--and suddenly I knew I
was dealing with no dull mechanical bull but with thinking creatures, pattern
makers, the most dangerous things I'd ever met. I shrieked at them, trying to
scare them off, but they merely ducked behind bushes and took long sticks from
the saddles of their horses, bows and javelins. "You're all crazy," I bellowed,
"you're all insane!" I'd never howled more loudly in my life. Darts like hot coals
went through my legs and arms and I howled more loudly still. And then, just
when I was sure I was finished, a shriek ten times as loud as mine came blaring
off the cliff. It was my mother!
>"Where is it? Where iss it?" "Losst it is, my precious, lost, lost!
Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!" "Curse it! curse it! curse it!" hissed Gollum. "Curse the Baggins! It's gone! What has it got
in its pocketses? Oh we guess, we guess, my precious.
He's found it, yes he must have. My birthday-present."
All at once there came a
bloodcurdling shriek, filled with hatred and despair. Gollum was defeated. He dared go
no further. He had lost: lost his prey, and lost, too, the only thing he had ever cared for,
his precious.