I shrug, "It's this...feeling. I-I don't like it." I said swallowing. I feel something in my stomach and set my other hand against it, slightly worried.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
'They are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.' — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights