“Mr. Jenkins screamed, in a way that she had never known a man could scream, a high, piercing screech. Then he rose up into the night like a great flapping bird, flew, screaming across the sky, became a rent, an emptiness, a slash of nothingness--” FearScreamsOtherwordly Book:Madeleine L'Engle's Time Quintet (A Wrinkle in Time, A Wind in the Door, A Swiftly Titling Planet, An Acceptable Time) Source: Madeleine L'Engle's Time Quintet (A Wrinkle in Time, A Wind in the Door, A Swiftly Titling Planet, An Acceptable Time)