A cold chill shot through me.

A chill shot through him, sucking the warmth out of his body.

A little chill shot through the old man as he watched them bungling their work.

A cold chill shot through his heart.

Another chill shot through my chest, making my teeth chatter.

A chill shot through her.

Cursing, he started to rise--and a chill of panic shot through him!

A chill shot through John.

Then a chill, wholly unexpected, shot up Mildred's backbone.