A Game of Thrones - Pg 373

   It was her turn. Yet no sooner had she taken her first step than fear caught Catelyn in its jaws. She could feel the emptiness, the vast black gulfs of air that yawned around her. She stopped, trembling, afraid to move. The wind screamed at her and wrenched at her cloak, trying to pull her over the edge. Catelyn edged her foot backward, the most timid of steps, but he mule was behind her, and she could not retreat. I am going to die here, she thought. She could feel cold sweat trickling down her back.