It was further out still, however, where the real horror began.

The horror of it began to force itself upon him, then.

Only when the child grew old enough to understand exactly what had happened sometimes many years later did the fear, shock and horror begin.

It was some more seconds before the horror of my position began to dawn on me.

In January 1993, the horror that is now our life began.

The horror of that realization began to work on him.

He saw everything, began to catalogue the horror, then stopped.

The horror of the massacre began to play back in her mind.

And as they rode into the town, the horror had begun.

How was I to know that the horrors were just beginning?