And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled.From an empty sky.

Believe this,' he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

I'm so glad you're okay.'So, how do we celebrate my okayness? It's my day off. Let's go crazy. Glow-in-the-dark bowling?'No'I'll let you use the kiddie ball.'Shut up. I do NOT need the kiddie ball.'The way you bowl, I think you might.'He grabbed her in an exaggerated formal dance pose and whirled her around, backpack and all, which didn't make her any more graceful. 'Ballroom dancing?'Are you INSANE?'Hey, girls who tango are hot.'You think I'm not hot because I don't tango?'He dropped the act. Shane was a smart boy. 'I think you are too hot for ballroom or bowling. So you tell me. What do you want to do? And don't say study.

Stop wiggling - you’ll move when I move you.

Sorry. Didn't mean to step on any dead toes.

By the way, I haven't heard an 'I'm sorry' from you yet.' My sense of grievance had overwhelmed my sense of self-preservation.I am sorry that the maenad picked on you.'I glared at him. 'Not enough,' I said. I was trying hard to hang on to this conversation.Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me.'That's more like it.

Blood Life is not hunger. It’s freedom.

Blood Life is not hunger. It’s freedom.

I had always heard rumors of her, Nanook thought, she who can control the wind, the water, the earth, and fire ... She who can talk to time. But those were old myths of a woman who lived many thousands of years ago, the first daughter of the Earth. There is a prophecy that she will return again, during the end times -- every religion has someone like that, someone to wait for and put your faith in, but my culture had mostly covered up her existence. We had a god of the sea, a god of the land, a god of the air, a god of fire, but no one who could control all of the elements. We spoke, only in whispers, of the ancient bloodline -- the descendents of the Great Mother. Too many superstitious minds, too many men concerned only with their own power and position, had heard these whispers in the past and taken gruesome steps to erase the descendents. The lineage was said to be broken, the blood of the Great Mother spilled for the last time.

The closer you got to someone, the more it would destroy you when they were inevitably gone.