No, there was a force behind it all, giving shape to events, pushing like a dark wind at the back of everything.

We will sweep across the land like a dark wind.

But a deadly plague or sickness, coming with dark winds out of the East, fell on the land.

Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind - but what?

Nothing but the dark wind blowing at his back.

I expect my writings to blow away on a dark wind, never to be touched by another eye.

He stood shivering in the dark wind, while the night built around him, memory by memory.

They hardly seem to move, but their shadows come racing across the grass like a dark wind.

Soon after a deadly plague came with dark winds out of the East.

As a condemned man himself, couldn't he grasp what I meant by that dark wind blowing from my future?