Ningauble shrugged. You're a hero. You should know.
There was an omnipresent sense of crisis.
A scientist ought to have a healthy disregard for coincidences.
There are vampires and vampires, and not all of them suck blood.
Nations are as equal as so many madmen or drunkards.
Then time seemed to stop, or rather to lose its directional urgency of movement; it became a place in the open where one stood rather than a low, narrow corridor down which one was hurried.