“Lying in his dirty palm is a pale green stone.”
“His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.”
“Colin thought about the dork mantra: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a dirty lie.”
“The feathery palms that lined the drainage canals, the acacia thorns and sycamores, all glistened with the sheen of new, pale-green leaves, and in Khaemwaset’s gardens the vivid clusters of flowers had begun to bloom with an abandon that assaulted the eyes and filled the nostrils with delight.”
“I hold beneath pale green.”
“He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.”