“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.”
“The hot blue-glass eyes of the mannequins watched as the ladies drifted down the empty river bottom street, their images shimmering in the windows like blossoms seen under darkly moving waters.”
“His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.”
“His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.”
“His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.”
“…his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.”