“Huge and shadowy, with that scent and aura of heat, with the pale gleam of gray irises through dark lashes, he was Lucifer after the Fall, beautiful and primal.”
“His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform…”
“His pale irises had grown as dark as his intentions, lids heavy.”
“There is the incense of wisdom, whispering, to speak of grace in the dark/there is the scent of primal animals, grappling with the glory of the dark.”
“He flushed, the colour dark against his pale skin. 'I mean. Tessa Gray, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?' Jem...”
“Then the light changed the water, until all about them the woods in the rising wind seemed to grow taller and blow inward together and suddenly turn dark. The rain struck heavily. A huge tail seemed to lash through the air and the river broke in a wound of silver.”