Fear! Fear again, for the first time since his 'teens. Fear, that he thought he would never know anymore. Fear that no weapon, no jeopardy, no natural cataclysm, has ever been able to inspire until now. And now here it is running icily through him in the hot Chinese noon. Fear for the thing he loves, the only fear that can ever wholly cow the reckless and the brave. ("Jane Brown's Body")

The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich