Wispy clouds drifted loose in a sky made starless by the full moon. The scents of soil and the tender green plants of early summer danced together on a night-cool breeze. The buzz of night insects droned in the near distance. A horse whinnied.
Nicholas put Elizabeth down on the tallest of the mounting blocks outside the stables. She sat with her feet dangling above the ground while he pulled her hood up to cover her hair and buttoned the cloak over her wedding gown.
– Blood Trilogy, book 1, chapter 8