“Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.”
“His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.”
“Her face was brilliant and glowing; but this glow was not one of brightness; it suggested the fearful glow of a conflagration in the midst of a dark night.”
“Guilt and no guilt: these were the worst things. The only thing worse than the guilt was the fear of getting caught.”
“Nuke them until they glow and shoot them in the dark. No questions. ”
“I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that’s hard to look at..”