The whispering, sneering voice, barely heard above the howling of the storm wind, sent tiny prickles of pain through Amberyl's body.

He could feel their wet grasp, hundreds of tiny prickles, as they held him tightly and tugged him down, down, into the churning water.

Each time he grinned, she felt tiny prickles of awareness march through her belly.

Looking where he was looking, I could just make out a tiny prickle of light.

She felt a million tiny prickles, as if the gloves were stuffed with fine needles, but there was no pain.

'He's in a good mood this morning,' the chamberlain whispered, as he took his place beside me, and I felt a tiny prickle of hope.

A tiny prickle of something close to alarm touched his mind.

Nor even boys, exactly-their voices changing, tiny prickles of beard beginning to push through.

I touched his lip, ran my thumb lightly along it, the tiny prickles of beard pleasant to the touch.

They felt they were being penetrated through and through with invisible lances, with tiny prickles of heat.