No sound Of trampling hoofs assails the unquiet wind, Nor trembles in the pillared echo-places, And windy corridors of pathless snow.

A hockey game materialized, projected out into the room, in full color, and the sound of the game assailed her ears.

Outside, the sound of a sudden rainstorm assailed her ears.

The sound of their voices, their rhythmically clapping hands, their drumming feet, assailed him in a tide and seemed to wash over him as might a wave of floodwater.

As she climbed each flight of stairs, the sounds of Pennsylvania Avenue assailed her, the honking of the white seven-year-old Cadillacs, the screeches of black kids and hookers.

He continued to stumble down the hall until another sound, a familiar whine, assailed him.

The pleasant sound of money sliding softly toward him assailed Cayle's ears.

All around, the scents and sounds of the Firbolgs assailed Kamerynn, driving him frantic with disgust and rage.