Of course, she didn't leap cars with motorcycles or sky dive, but in retrospect, she had always been attracted to danger - at least to some degree.
Down by the pond, frogs were singing their night songs and the sky was filled with bright stars.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
She rubbed her head and glared at him, watching as he followed his father in the direction where both sky and sea darkened into blackness.
The still air became more charged the closer they got to the center of the storm, the sky darker.
Dusty glanced up at the sky, where the clouds had gone from black to slate.
Jule lifted his head to the night sky and closed his eyes.
One source of energy was darker than a stormy sky while another was as bright as the sun.
The sky began to dim, and she played with the magic, adrenaline speeding the power's flow through her.
The distant sky showed signs of growing lighter.
Shouldn't you be floating in the sky somewhere? she asked skeptically.
The sky was dark, the stars plentiful and bright.
Skidding, half on his feet, half on his seat, he had negotiated a hundred yards further when a glowing flash brightened the sky to the north.
The next eruption, and the one after it, gave insufficient light to help, but then a multiple display hung in the sky like a full moon, giving time for his eyes to search left and right.
A rope fell out of the sky, striking Dean on the shoulder.
It was bedtime on her side of the world, but dawn was breaking the sky outside her windows.
She walked slowly, taking in everything from the patches of blue sky visible through the trees to the spring flowers sprinkling the forest floor.
He never expected to see the blue sky again or the trees around the fortress, let alone sip sweet tea and nibble on berry scones.
The weapons lining his body and tucked into pockets of his trench coat were items of comfort rather than necessity; his hands alone had ended the lives of more humans and Immortals than there were stars in the sky he stared into.
The moon is full, the sky full of stars.
The flutter of a black trench coat blended with the dark sky as Gabriel twisted them in midair, so he'd hit back first, with her protected in his arms.
Some things never changed, like the blue sky, the sun orb, the grass and oceans.
She saw his large frame against the night sky outside the small cave, human one moment, then decidedly not the next.
Dawn came slowly, followed by the brilliant blue sky of morning.
Verdant forests stretched to the steely sky, a swath of green, brown, and grey.
Her gaze went to the sky again as she recalled the nightmare.
The sky had grown darker again and the wind made queer sobbing sounds as it swept over the valley.
But I've just had the bad luck to come out of the sky, skip the solid earth, and land lower down than I intended.
When the people saw me come from the sky they naturally thought me some superior creature, and bowed down before me.
Why is the sky so blue?
And as he spoke, the other lawmakers listened in silence till the darkness began to fade and the sky grew bright again.
I knew the sky was black, because all the heat, which meant light to me, had died out of the atmosphere.
There is nothing more beautiful, I think, than the evanescent fleeting images and sentiments presented by a language one is just becoming familiar with--ideas that flit across the mental sky, shaped and tinted by capricious fancy.
One more effort and I reach the luminous cloud, the blue depths of the sky, the uplands of my desire.
I may be either the driftwood in the stream, or Indra in the sky looking down on it.
When compelled to rise they would sometimes circle round and round and over the pond at a considerable height, from which they could easily see to other ponds and the river, like black motes in the sky; and, when I thought they had gone off thither long since, they would settle down by a slanting flight of a quarter of a mile on to a distant part which was left free; but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.
A blue-robed man, whose fittest roof is the overarching sky which reflects his serenity.
How was it I did not see that lofty sky before?
So insignificant at that moment seemed to him all the interests that engrossed Napoleon, so mean did his hero himself with his paltry vanity and joy in victory appear, compared to the lofty, equitable, and kindly sky which he had seen and understood, that he could not answer him.
Only looking up at the sky did Pierre cease to feel how sordid and humiliating were all mundane things compared with the heights to which his soul had just been raised.