One of my favourite scenes in Anathema... here's an excerpt

[image error] I thought I'd post a sample of one of my favourite scenes in Anathema. No, it's not the climax in the atrium which IS my favourite scene. That would be a tad spoilery. :-)

Enjoy!

Kathleen We walked to the other side of the cave and stopped by the ferocious waterfall, the
sound of its rushing water reminding me of Viggo and Mortimer's jet engine.  Caden
turned and said something.
 "Pardon?" I yelled.
 He leaned in close, his mouth next to my ear. "You need to hold on tight." I
nodded, squeezing his hand. Chuckling with amusement, he yanked me toward him
until our chests were touching. My heart started pounding. I heard myself suck
in air as he again moved his mouth next to my ear. "Close your eyes and put your
face against my chest." The vibrations from his words tickled my skin, making my
heart pound harder. "You feeling okay?" His voice was innocent
enough.
"Yup," I said, annoyed with the telltale thumping in my chest. How can he not
know? Could this vampire be that oblivious? Maybe he could be, thanks to my necklace.
 "Are you sure?"
More vibrations causing more tickling causing more pounding. My breathing became
raspy. Unable to speak, I instead nodded and buried my face in his chest,
expecting to pass out.
His body shook. Was he laughing? He leaned in to speak to me again. "Wrap your arms
around me."
I locked my arms around his back, feeling his smooth skin and rigid muscles. His
strong arms lifted my body, squeezing tightly. The ground suddenly disappeared
from beneath us. And at that moment I realized Caden's intention. We were
jumping through that giant, ferocious waterfall.
The torrent of water hit us, beating down on every muscle in my shoulders and back
and effortlessly driving my hands apart. Thankfully my bare feet were touching
hard ground before I had a chance to panic.
 "You can come out now," Caden whispered.
I pulled my face away from the comfortable nook I had located in his
chest.
 "I figured it was best not to tell you what we were doing," he explained, looking
sheepish.
"Good call," I muttered, allowing only a fleeting scowl. I can't be mad at
you.
He smiled—such a sweet, genuine smile—then nodded to something behind us. I
turned. And squinted at a sea of silver; thousands of metallic, ropelike vertical strands
glowing brilliantly in the darkness of a wide tunnel. They swayed gracefully back and
forth as if being coerced by a gentle breeze that never touched my skin. They had
to be at least three feet high, growing in round clumps right out of the bedrock.
Stepping forward, awe slowing my feet, I reached out to touch one of the strands.
It was soft and pliable, like yarn. My eyes widened. I knew what it was.