Lost souls, shut out of the underworld, was the greatest nightmare for Death.
It was the moment she realized her nightmare was beginning.
She had a nightmare about Alex being stabbed.
She awoke six more times willing the nightmare to be over.
Another … thing … had entered her nightmare and taken over.
She needed to run away, far away, until this nightmare was over.
She awoke from the nightmare she'd had every night since being dragged off Anshan.
This is a nightmare waiting to happen, she said with a sigh and a hot glare at Toni.
"What a nightmare," she mumbled.
It was not Napoleon alone who had experienced that nightmare feeling of the mighty arm being stricken powerless, but all the generals and soldiers of his army whether they had taken part in the battle or not, after all their experience of previous battles--when after one tenth of such efforts the enemy had fled--experienced a similar feeling of terror before an enemy who, after losing HALF his men, stood as threateningly at the end as at the beginning of the battle.
He's a nightmare to work for.
He was warm and solid at her back, the only thing capable of grounding her in the nightmare of a world she lived in.
Larminie cited an instance of a rhyme current in the Orkneys as a charm against nightmare, which confuses Arthur with Siegfried and his winning of the Valkyr.
The thought of an eternity with someone incapable of caring for her was a nightmare beyond those she had already lived.
She awoke and readied herself for the world, convinced everything had been a nightmare caused by exhaustion.
"Nightmare," was his answer to my unasked question.
He sensed the visions in her head, not surprised to see his own black memories playing on the screens on the back of her eyelids along with a dark nightmare of a man in a corner crying.
Thank goodness the molar nightmare was over.
I don't want to place anyone in harm's way by holding back information but Julie is part of this nightmare and I want to keep peace if possible.
That thought coupled with her nightmare made her even angrier at not being able to eat.
It is a nightmare and nothing more, but a nightmare of the most extraordinary verisimilitude and poetical power.
It's kind of like when you wake up from a terrible nightmare, and then something happens to remind you of it.
He wasn't a nightmare or vision—this much she knew.
Her legs grew heavy, but she pushed herself onward into the forest, away from everything that could hurt her and everyone who could stop her from ending this nightmare tonight.
She spent the night waiting for the nightmare world to end and dressed the next morning with an undertaker's solemnity.
Connor's description of being in the holding cell 'losing his mind and living a nightmare' accurately described his feelings.
Gabriel's words and her nightmare haunted her, reminded her she couldn't let herself fall in love with him now.
The feeling of the angel's soft, cold hand in his own reminded Rhyn of the first thing he'd touched in Hell that hadn't been stone. Gabriel had brought him a book with a worn, leather-like cover, and he'd lost himself dwelling on the sensation of buttery leather under his fingertips after the hazy nightmare that had been his existence in Hell.
Her hand dropped from her eyes to reveal a furry, fanged monster from a nightmare framed against the light.