“At the bottom of a long hill stood a rusted disaster of a factory, a hulking structure with tilting inactive smokestacks, an arched metal roof, and huge sliding doors.”
“He was a hulking young fellow with a shock of hair that stood up flaming like a cluster of dandelions.”
“A hulking oaf of a man was forcing himself into Iskaral Pust's path, his big flat face looking like something one found at the bottom of a nightsoil bucket.”