He was out of breath and his blood sang in his head.

And there is a long minute of silence during which the blood sings.

His blood sang angrily; only pride kept him from following.

I have met no retailing captain of industry who makes my blood sing.

Daemon's blood sang when her eyes met his for a moment.

She did, and the delicious pressure made his blood sing with desire.

With each passing day my human blood sings a louder song.

Every time she thought of that, her blood sang with anger and shame.

His blood suddenly sang with the joy of the hunt.

He would have given anything for the chance to make her blood sing as she did his.