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Usage examples of grogs.

Afterwards, the Grogs spent every spare moment fashioning lures, rods, and reels.

The Coastal Patrols looked on the marines as only one rung above the Grogs on the evolutionary ladder, and a short rung at that: gun-toting, useless ballast for most of the trip.

That way Ahn-Kha leading his Grogs to the arms locker won't seem so unusual—they're supposed to go ashore first anyway.

Valentine had to get down to Ahn-Kha and his Grogs, so he would at least have a nucleus of armed men to command.

Valentine turned a corner and caught sight of a knot of Grogs standing behind a small, bright spotlight pointed down the corridor.

Ahn-Kha's Grogs joined in, beating metal tools against the pipes and walls, adding a metallic clamor to their combined voices.

Some of the Grogs sat down hard, holding their heads in their hands at the motionless feel of terra firma.

For a while there, it was trench warfare: the men and Grogs working for the Kurians were trying to blast them out of these hills with artillery.

The Grogs were already sleeping in a heap of limbs and broad backs, like pigs seeking the comfort of each other's warmth in a cold sty.

Ahn-Kha's Grogs called to each other from a wide semicircle around the armory.

The Grogs had noses to rival Valentine's own, and they tracked the future chops and sidemeat to their hiding places.

The sight and sound of charging Grogs amidst the Thunderbolt's shell-fire proved too much for the thin line of riflemen.

Ahn-Kha and his surviving Grogs stuck close to Valentine as he moved about, like children keeping close to their parent among strangers.

Ahn-Kha bellowed, and his Grogs grabbed cooking implements from the campfire.

The Grogs howled and ran around the other side of the wagon in pursuit.