“His eyes were eggy with blue yolks.”
“His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.”
“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 very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...”
“His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.”
“Luke's left side was bloody. His eyes were open—blue eyes, the way they used to be. His breath was a deep rattle. "Good . . . blade," he croaked.”