“Through the light splaying off the roof, Angela's falling blonde hair looked cream-colored, intricately stitched together like a veil.”
“He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.”
“Being blond is not a hair color, it's a lifestyle.”
“Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
“Burr had the dark and severe coloring of his Edwards ancestry, with black hair receding from the forehead and dark brown, almost black, eyes that suggested a cross between an eagle and a raven. Hamilton had a light peaches and cream complexion with violet-blue eyes and auburn-red hair, all of which came together to suggest an animated beam of light to Burr’s somewhat stationary shadow.”
“Fall off your own roof.”