Suddenly the Tyrant's blood chilled, his mouth went dry with fright.

Flint's blood chilled as he saw the wild madness in the man's eyes.

Then in an instant my blood chilled, and I stood motionless.

His blood chilled at the thought that she could be recaptured.

She looked at the clock again and her blood chilled.

He was so blithe about his murders her blood chilled.

Sergetov's blood chilled, though he did not let it show.

His blood chilled as he realized that they seemed little more than large, inhuman heads with great wings attached.

It was weird, uncanny, and the blood chilled in his veins.

Perhaps, I thought with my breath blocked and my blood chilled, they were playing.