“Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.”
“You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane”
“Go sit down and look pale.”
“A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.”
“His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.”
“You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?""Yes""How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here.”