The big man stumbled stubbornly on, his breath torn out of him in harsh gasps.

His breath tore at his burning lungs as he waited for another explosion.

Will, too, felt the pain where his daemon had been, a scalded place of acute tenderness that every breath tore at with cold hooks.

Luke waited and watched with her as the last breath tore convulsively from Hank's throat.

She matched his pace, silky and smooth even as her breath tore.

His heart was pounding, and his breath tore at his lungs.

Her breath tore from his throat as she arched back, her body silvered by the moon light.

It ripped at his clothing, tore his breath from his lips.

Her breath tore at her throat and every muscle trembled.

His breath tore at the right side of his chest like talons.