"But no, I am still crawling; I am scratching my face and knees against the pebbles of the subterranean pathway."
"His wanderings through those black, winding tunnels, were a sweating nightmare. (...) He slashed ferociously at sounds and movements he heard or imagined he heard in the darkness near him, and once his sword cut through some yielding tenuous substance that might have been cobwebs. He had a desperate feeling that he was being played with, lured deeper and deeper into ultimate night, before being set upon by demoniac talon and fang."