The admiral stared up at his com officer, fighting the searing agony.

The body could get used to anything in time, even, given a chance, the searing agony that existed where he thought his chest should be.

The scar upon his face was a searing agony.

The searing agony was nothing compared to the soul-devouring loss.

And he had sunk down again, deep down to where the searing agony could not reach him.

Yet over it he remembered a searing agony, a hot knife plunged into his flesh.

It was a searing agony on her membranes but an ecstatic heat within.

The searing agony of flesh forced to accommodate more than it has room for.

They knew all too well the searing agony that assaulted this intruder.

They were both startled by an animal howl of searing agony.