Scary thing is, I'm about halfway through, it's still just as terrible, and I think it may be doing permanent damage. I'm beginning to doubt the essential validity of words, if they can be made to do these things.
If not for his keen auditory organs and lighting steeled reflexes, Grignr would have been groping through the shadowed hell-pits of the Grim Reaper. He had unknowingly stumbled upon an ancient, long forgotton booby trap; a mistake which would have stunted the perusal of longevity of one less agile.
That is literally a random pair of sentences. They're all that bad.