But what she had to do was not made clear, because the magma creature had turned his attention back to the Okeanos nestling up to the dock.

  He . . . it . . . began to run.

  One step and he was twenty feet away. Another great bounding step on legs as long as telephone poles and as thick as ancient redwoods. The vibration of each planted foot was like a low-level earthquake.

  “He’s not exactly slow himself,” Shade muttered as she pushed open the door and stood on legs not quite her own.

Monster, Chapter 22