James H. Schmitz, Rogue psi (1962)
“ Listening to what Weldon had said, wanting to remain judiciously skeptical but finding herself increasingly unable to disbelieve him—that had been like a slow, continuous shock. She wasn't yet over it. Her thoughts wouldn't follow the lines she set them on but veered off almost incoherently every minute or two. For the first time in her adult life she was badly frightened—made stupid with fear—and finding it something she seemed unable to control at will.Her gaze shifted back helplessly to the table and to the dull-blue concave viewplate which was the diex projector's central section. ”
