A piercing chill grew in the dead air; the silence was terrifying.
It was a dark day; the clouds hung low, and the dull rumble of the sea came through the dead air.
All was dark and still inside, and a gust of dead air struck him in the face.
Taffy shrunk back, as a draught of the close, dead air struck his nostrils.
Within the half-hour the night had grown oppressively hot ...