'The noise of the opening rock had made Susan lose her nerve. She thought Albanac would be only seconds behind her, and with no idea where she should look for Colin, she ran blindly, taking no notice of way or distance. Somewhere in the wood she stopped for breath. All the while, urgency had pounced on her back, and every step had seemed to be made a fraction of a second and an inch ahead of a seizing hand. Now she stopped, and the air quietened round her and lost its pursuit: she could almost hear it rustling to a halt about her. But this was not imagination: there had been a quick dying of movement into silence, and now Susan felt that the night was bearing down on one point, and that point was herself.'
The Moon of Gomrath
(Page 129-130)
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