thunderclap

As a new thunderclap died away, he heard another sound.

The thunderclap had been real, though not of any human hands.

Then, in a thunderclap, he saw the rest of his problem.

And then a sound, as if she had been standing next to a huge thunderclap.

The effect was like the most powerful thunderclap he had ever heard.

In the space of a thunderclap, wild hope had died.

Hours later she woke, to a sound like a thunderclap.

There was a thunderclap louder than anything he had ever heard.

It was as if a thunderclap had erupted in the room.

Suddenly, with the impact of a thunderclap, there was reality.

This was like hearing a thunderclap when the sky is blue.

But it still echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

That there would be a thunderclap, a flash of light?

The pain was huge, something that felt like a thunderclap sounds.

And now, like a thunderclap, had come this horrible news.

Then there would be a roar like a low thunderclap.

The shock should have come as a single vast thunderclap.

That dark gray was apparently just how the outside world looked in Thunderclap.

The thunderclap shook the ground and nearly knocked the boy over.

Above, the thing came down through thunderclaps and vortex night.

"I think the thunderclap was the collapse of the Gate he came through."

Where thought could not penetrate, vision might: Again, the thunderclap.

When he cut the engine, silence fell like a thunderclap.

The sore which had so troubled her since Thunderclap was gone.

The sound of the shot had not yet died away; the men could still hear it moving like a thunderclap in the far distance.