Euphoria

Nadine was in a feverish state that was half-euphoria, half-terror.

He felt again that rush of controlled euphoria, that heady sense of purpose in destruction.

Hazel tried to settle her stomach by thinking of pleasant things—the euphoria she’d felt last night when they’d won the war games, riding Hannibal into the enemy keep, Frank’s sudden transformation into a leader.

None of this is to say we experienced constant euphoria.