“You like blue eyes, huh?""Yes. I do. I like blue eyes.”

“was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.”

“What's she like? The princess, I mean.""Bullheaded. She's red headed, blue-eyed, and stubborn as a mule.”

“What is it like.... what is it like to be dead?' Evan looked at him with his dull, unblinking blue eyes, ' I don't know, what is it like...... to be alive?”

“Those blue, blue eyes, icyblue, looking back at me as if I couldwarm them up. They’repretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.”

“What do you think?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding.I eyed him. "Impressive, but too much."He leaned toward me, the blue eyes smoky with a promise I was shure he could fulfill. I tried not to think of the bedroom."Too much?""Yes. I like the menace. It's very masculine, but he looks like he would screw everything in sight and call me 'wench”