Engaged in a fiery dance, their bodies were linked and seperated by the flashing blades. At times they nearly touched, taut skin only a hair's breadth away, but then momentum would whirl them apart, and they would withdraw for a second, only to join again. Their sinuous forms wove together like twisting ropes of windblown smoke.
Christopher PaoliniThe sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live in memories.
Christopher Paolini