A peculiar sense of loss assailed him.

Once again the sense of helplessness assailed him.

Her nerves were alive and acutely tuned to him, her senses assailed by his nearness.

A sense of dread assailed him.

All senses assailed relentlessly until distortion grew like weeds in the abandoned front yard of reality.

Deep within him, pain lanced his secret heart and a poignant sense of loss assailed him.

A sense of weightlessness assailed her as she felt herself lifted and borne to the bed.

A sense of impending danger assailed Prudence.

At the same time the sense of uneasiness that had plagued me for weeks assailed me again.

A vague sense of guilt assailed him at first but then came that reassuring inner voice again which seemed to maintain that he was completely innocent.