"Very impressive," Carrick said, once Hermes had moved off his handstand and into the backbend. "If you ever run away, I'll start looking for you in the circus."
The vampire replaced the books he was carrying back on their proper shelves, then drifted around the shelves for a while, wondering what he was in the mood to read.
"Would you like some gym equipment?" he asked, "Horses and paralleled bars and such? Russell likes to work out and I've been thinking of turning one of the spare rooms on the second floor into a gym of sorts for him."
He moved over to his collection of 19th century literature, then changed his mind. Nothing seemed particularly interesting tonight. But then, what he had read so far this evening was a tale that most novelists would have had difficulty inventing.