But that was fear of death, a fear I knew well.
This was different. I had seen the dead dance, dear God! watched them hold each other and move together in time with the infernal, unceasing music - so the fear I felt was not fear of the known.
Helega held me tightly as we wound our way through the dancers towards the door. Some looked at me in surprise, some in concern, but all looked at me with human, living faces.
And their talking and the music filled the room and swirled like water.
And, drowning, I gasped for air.
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Like the drowning analogy...