“Now his grin lit his face with a sunny halo.”

“He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.”

“Don’t you want to go outside and… shag?” It was a strange word, but much better than fuck. A quick grin lit his face before he responded. “Oh no. Right here. Love to do it in a truck.”

“The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?”

“The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me.”

“At the door he turned and looked back. She stood, facing away from him, the sunlight from the window enshrouding her in an unmerited halo of gold. Perhaps, he thought, that was how God saw all His children. Selfish and fallen, yes. But in the forgiving light of His Son, each wore an unmerited halo”