She was all in a quiver of excitement, and looked ten years younger.

Is that a quiver of excitement I detect in your voice?"

Which Caroline did, trying to keep the quiver of excitement out of her voice.

"It certainly is," he said, unable to keep the quiver of excitement out of his voice.

'He hung his head, but a quiver of excitement ran through his torso.

When Lucy woke next morning a quiver of excitement shot through her, telling her that the day would be different.

At that savage growl, her womb contracted in a quiver of excitement.

A quiver of excitement shot through her as she realized that Clayton apparently intended to teach her how to use them.

Kutuzov clapped him on the shoulder, and Vladimirov sensed the quiver of excitement in the old man's frame.

Her fingers stroked the fur, felt the quiver of excitement as the little animal rubbed her head against her fingers.

Still, every time he thought of it, his heart gave a leap inside his chest and he felt a quiver of excitement in his stomach.

A quiver of excitement went through the room when she revealed that "Signs of Spring" was the latest Hummel being "retired."

It was the last I was going to send for three days and, yes, I did feel a quiver of excitement as I wrote it.

Malcolm Reed, on the other hand, blithely followed their alien contact into the trade complex, climbing to the fifth level with a quiver of excitement in his stomach.

My nerves were in a state of unnatural tension, so much so that the sound of two steps upon the deck made me start up in a quiver of excitement.

"It had what every real personal computer must have: a certain je ne sais quoi that caused a little quiver of excitement and anticipation when one was going to use it."

When she sat up, astride his belly, the sight of his bare torso trapped between her naked thighs sent a quiver of excitement through her, and she wriggled in response.

The other tears out the throat of the dead gator and Yanna feels a quiver of excitement in her secret heart, the most intimate place within her, and she cannot breathe.

But now the mention of the railway guide (so fa miliarly known by its abbreviation of A.B.C., listing as it did all rail-way stations in their alphabetical order) sent a quiver of excitement through me.

Quivers of excitement raced through Swift Striker, from the end of his sensitive nose to the tip of his bushy, prehensile tail, which twitched irresistibly now as he gazed for the first time at one of the newcomers to his world.

A thrill went through her, the knowledge that he had found pleasure in her body as she had his and that quiver of excitement sent her over the edge onto a plane of such wondrous rapture she cried out, unable to hold it inside of her, floating downward finally into a near oblivion of supreme, boneless bliss.