“My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.”
“There is a place just past terror where it turns into calm...”
“The darkness amplifies the stench of decaying flesh- Random thought”
“That whiff of smoke was enough to transform my sithere-trembling terror into get-the-hell-out-of-here terror.”
“There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.”
“And why should it not be terrifying? A little terror, in my view, is good for the soul, when it is terror in the face of a noble object.”