Small soft white lights appeared in the air, spun around one another with increasing speed, and then imploded.

"It still works," he declared happily, as the lights spun and bleeped.

The red light spun like a flipped coin and vanished from the sky.

Below me, the lights of the Ferris wheel and the roller coaster spun across the black sea.

The lights spun in broken patterns, the things about him never ceased their humming.

The lights of the big wheel in the amusement park turned and spun.

Bright lights were spinning every which way around him.

Her light, rather high voice, fine as a silver thread, spun a fine web about him.

The lights spun him around and let him drift gently back down.

The blue light spinning, and the man's voice floating through time and distance: "Give her to me, lady.