They reveled in the growing fear felt by their opponent.

A fear she felt in her- own heart.

He felt her tense, could feel the sudden fear in every muscle of her body.

All the fear she had instinctively felt when she first met him came rushing back to her.

A fear such as they felt toward their living master, but magnified many times.

The fear she'd felt that evening in her kitchen was still a fresh memory.

Rather felt the fear and the awe of any savage approaching a civilized city.

The fear that another ancient memory told him he should feel.

By then, my own fear felt pretty foolish, but it left me with a good reason to go back.

But then he'd be 0 and he felt that would make him even more vulnerable, sxpose his fear.