Within himself the pulsebeat of Mórnir seemed to faint as ever, agonizingly far.

And third, an open sensitivity to the pulsebeat of the cosmos.

For one pulsebeat, we trod a trail beneath a stippled sky.

The wind and my pulsebeat were competing with perception, though.

He was too tired now to feel it as more than a somehow sickening pulsebeat.

The pulsebeat of the God, which was his own.

He was in the clear and running like his running pulsebeat, the clear hammer of his heart.

He never quittedhisdearone's beside until the last pulsebeat, and then he sank beneath the load of grief.

He held me hard against him then, without speaking, and I could feel the pulsebeat in his throat, hammering like my own.

This time the pain radiated through her as before, but when it faded it was followed with her pulsebeat by another wave of agony.

I could hear the heavy pulsebeats of the rapid seconds-one-two-three-up tosixty

Julian studied him for several pulsebeats.

Timed by pulsebeats, it struck once every fifteen seconds or thereabouts: undoubtedly the fog signal of some minor light-house.

Buzzcocks had a psychedelic edge that they were quite happy to let off the leash on tunes like Moving Away from the Pulsebeat.

I was afraid that I would look only on the dark and empty road, that the sounds would resolve into pulsebeats and wind once more.

Within himself the pulsebeat of Mórnir seemed to faint as ever, agonizingly far.