“„We can continue our training marathon.“, she wound one.„Training marathon? This sounds after work.“„Mh, against this kind of marathon I haven’t argue anything.“, she answered and smiled at him mischievously.”

“Magnus led her in one of the room on the first floor. A bath with a nice, big corner bathtub bordered on the bedroom. Like all rooms in this house this was also equipped luxuriously.„Clothes are in the cupboard. Towels and bubble bath already lie there. Feel like at home.“She nodded and looked at him waiting.He smiled again.„Should I join you? I could also need a bath.“She smiled back and shook the head.„No, thanks Magnus. I need a lot of place.“„Well, you could sit on my lap.“She closed the mouth tight her eyes and tried to look indignant, but in the meantime his flirting was a lot of fun for her. She liked the game between them. „Alone.“He smiled and made a small bow.„As you wish.”

“„For your mind it was impossible that there are vampires and now you knew that it’s true. Now you had to identify that it was a lie. The fact that the impossible is possible.“She stared in his wonderful green eyes and felt bespelled by his view.„What is more impossible in your regard? The fact that there are immortal, blood drinking beings like us or that you can ram these 6 knives into three dolls?“„You mean...“ she began quietly and her voice died. She was fascinated too much by his eyes.„If for you already the impossible has become possible Seline, you hit these dolls with ease. As soon as you believe it.“, he breathed her in the ear and disappeared slowly from her angle of view.”

“Darius looked at her with his green eyes. She looked at the pizza piece on her plate and then on his empty plate.„Do you want more?“He nodded carefully. „If you still have.“„Well, yes because I still eat a piece and wouldn’t look greedy.”

“Do you think it is safe?""You're with two vampires in the middle of the night alone on the road and you ask me if it's safe here?”

“Listen,” he said, raising himself up on one elbow. “You don’t just decide one day you’re going to run a marathon, right? You have to do some training first.”“Aren’t you being glib about this?”His hands slid around her, inside her sweater, touching her naked back.Everything in her wanted to melt. Oh, just let it go, she told herself. “Am I the marathon?”He smiled and nodded. “The New York Marathon.”“The Boston is harder," she muttered.“Okay, you’re the Boston, then.”“And what was she? Just a little warm-up?”“She was like a 5K,” he said, so near her ear that she got goose bumps. “Well…maybe a 10K.”

“And then there's the perverse joy of subtly working in references to marathon training in daily life, say at the post office or while waiting outside my first-graders' classrooms at the end of the school day.”