“The streets were dark with something more than night.”
“...there's nothing more lovely than your lamplight, seen from a dark street...”
“Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before.”
“Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.”
“Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.”
“These were everyday sounds magnified by darkness. And darkness was nothing - it was not a substance, it was not a presence, it was no more than an absence of light.”