“Oh my God!" said one of the Ambers. "Is this not the worst trip ever? Did you see the snow?" She was a sharp one, this Amber. What would she notice next? The train? The moon? The hilarious vagaries of human existence? Her own head?”
“Amber was not shy. If she had been shy, not one of us would be at Perkins right now.”
“She had amber-colored eyes. Or maybe they were blue, and I was confusing their color with her name, which was Amber.”
“Can't you see, Amber? Losing you would be like a stake to my heart.”
“Her fingers touched me!She smells all amber.”
“Vane looked back at her one last time, knowing he would never see her again. She was so beautiful there with large, amber eyes set in the pale face of a goddess. There was something about her that reminded him of a Rubens angel. She was ethereal and lovely. And far too fragile for an animal." - Vane”