Fear clawed at her throat.

Fear clawed at him.

Fear clawed at him, and the guilt was beyond bearing.

Fear clawed deep lesions into her composure.

Fear clawed at her stomach.

Fear of those tunnels and the things that would be waiting in them clawed at his stomach, but Daufin was right: they had to try.

Fear clawed at my throat, and I heard a wild, ugly cry... my own cry.