“Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.”

“Her light brown eyes were the color of sherry, fringed with long, thick, gold-tipped lashes.”

“And her eyes, violet, like the sky before a storm. Ralph and Trish had brown eyes. Max's were hazel. But Ondine. No, Ondine's eyes had to be purple, wide set, and heavily lashed. Beyonce and Yoda's love child.”

“Her eyes met mine again. “So what does this mean for us?”I lowered my forehead to hers. “It means you’re mine.”

“A woman once held a Canary in the palm of her hand and stroked her and whispered a careful warning. The canary, seeking some freedom to fly, went into the mine while the woman watched in worry. The mine was filled with toxic gases and the Canary began to sing. She flew into danger, realized the threats around her, and wished to return to a place of refuge.”

“She held a bluebell up to the light; and Dunstan could not but observe that the color of sunlight glittering through the purple crystal was inferior in both hue and shade to that of her eyes.”