14 - The Huntress
He smiled and winked at sarill, telling her, "null sheen. i trust branson's judgment, he trusts 'seph's, and she trusts you. good enough for my tastes. 'sides, i've got a good feeling about you."
Starborne - Trial by Fire: Final Countdown
Its response is one governed by pitched emotions - it ... hastily ... directs another of its void lances at me, the pitch-black (the only way my senses are able to translate the absence of existence) projectile of - null space - hurtling towards me with deadly
A Hole in Fabric
His flesh would be cold metal, his senses nulled... robotosized. "this is why." selim whispered harshly, replying to the guardian's earlier question. * * * "uncle chuck!"