She closed her eyes as the pain of knowing rose and twisted inside.

Old pain twisted in familiar places, a thing to be dealt with later, when there was time.

Pain twisted through his guts at the thought of being forced to eat like that.

He wanted to smile but the pain twisted his face into a grimace.

He smiled, though pain twisted his mouth into a grimace.

Pain twisted the golden face, then the mage looked swiftly away.

The pain, the white-hot blade inside her, was twisting again.

I could only watch, lying in furs beside the fire, that same strange pain twisting at my heart.

Pain twisted through his chest, hurting so much it almost took his breath.

For that moment, pain had twisted his face.