Again a superstitious terror rose within him, and he ran swiftly into the sheltering gloom of the ancient forest.

No matter what terror rises before him, he orders them onward!

And in that instant his terror rose to a climax.

All the old terrors, the old nightmares, rose to choke her.

A terror rose in his throat, sending the birds in his mind into a frenzy.

His terror rose to choke him and he screamed.

A nameless terror rose inside her stomach as the walls rushed past her.

An acute terror now rose within me, for here were anomalies which nothing normal could well explain.

The terror rose in my thoughts as everyone glanced at each other.

I asked, terror rising again in my heart.