“…his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.”

“After a week he was moved to a different wing and into a shared six-by-eight with a grizzled old con called Alf. He had faded tattoos that stained most of the visible skin on his hands, arms and neck a dull blue, sharp eyes and a thick beard that made his mouth look like an axe wound on a bear.”

“The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.”

“but their eyes were as cold blue glass buttons.”

“When the hearthfire turns to blue,what to do? what to do?run outside, run and hidewhen his eyes are black as crow?where to go? where to go?near and far. Here they are.see a man without a face?move like ghosts from place to place.whats their plan? whats their plan?Chandrian. Chandrian”

“I studied his eyes. They were nearly a color today, a frozen lake reflecting a clear blue...”