For a long while, the only noise is their heavy breathing and the Horrors’ incessant digging

For a long while, the only noise is their heavy breathing and the Horrors’ incessant digging. The sound tickles the back of Merry’s brain, where darkness swirls and swells. That same darkness nests under his feet and dares him to take a step.

Rob E. Boley, That Risen Snow