Human and animal faces arose from the amorphous flesh, shimmered in it.

Tendrils of amorphous flesh had slithered out of the drain grate in the gutter behind her.

In the petri dish, the scrap of amorphous flesh had assumed the identity of a spider once again.

The mass of amorphous flesh, foaling itself into a winged serpent, was like a demon summoned from beyond.

The lump of amorphous flesh assumed another, longer shape: It became a cockroach, a hideously ugly, unrealistically large cockroach.

Within only a few seconds, at least a ton of the amorphous flesh had spewed out of the hole.

Lesions began to appear on the hound as the bacteria ate into the amorphous flesh, and hope sparked in Timothy.