Afraid, are we?

[Rosa Underhill]

just a moment, of exquisite panic if, when lost and alone in a dark place, they felt a clammy and vice-like grip about the throat and heard a hissing intake of breath... (we feeds, precious, yesss).

AAAAAHHHHHH!!! I'd do more than panic if that happened to me!

Are you still afrain of immortality, Squatter of Amon Rudh? I'd be afraid immortality on earth but the Heavenly version suits me, since we'll all be changed and won't have to worry about the things we do here. I once had a vague idea for a character who had been taking a drug for a few centuries that made him live longer. The downside of it was that his brain was slowly decaying...