"...Till the monster stirred, that demon, that fiend, Grendel, who haunted the moors, the wild marshes, and made his home in a hell not hell but earth."
"...shaping these beautiful plains marked off by oceans, then proudly setting the sun and moon to glow across the land and light it; the corners of the earth were made lovely with trees..."
"The monster's thoughts were as quick as his greed or his claws: he slipped through the door and there in the silence snatched up thirty men, smashed them unknowing in their beds..."
"At daybreak, with the sun's first light, they saw how well he had worked, and in that gray mourning broke their long feast with tears and laments for the dead. Hrothgar, their lord sat joyless in Herot, a mighyt prince mourning the fate of his lost friends..."
"...Herot stood empty, and stayed deserted for years, twelve winters of grief for Hrothgar..."
"The best and most noble of his council debated remedies, sat in secret sessions, talking of terror amd wondering what the bravest of warriors could do."