Fear washed all the color from her face.

Fear washed over me like a cool second skin.

Fear washed the weariness back out of her body with a rush.

Fear washed through Aleksi, and he took a step toward her.

Fear washed through him as he looked frantically about, expecting any moment to hear the thump of black boots in the corridor.

Fear washed over me, and all the warmth I'd started to regain flowed away on that tide of fear.

Fear washed over him and turned his stomach sick.

Fear washed through her, but it was a good fear, an exciting fear.

Fear washed all peace away.

Fear washed over him in an icy cascade he'd known only once before.