“...smoke twisting amongst the lights and turning the air a desolate blue, the colour of dead hopes and lost chances.”
“A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.”
“The officers saluted as she passed and gravely bowed. They walked back across the courtyard and got into their chairs. She saw Waddington light a cigarette. A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.”
“I turn and gaze at thebright blue sky, squinting. It’s like surfacing for air aftergiving up hope, after resigning to drown, suffocating”
“Blue eyes glittered. A shock of golden hair - gone. The dust in the air swirled, coalesced into a thorn-twisted Shaman tattoo.”
“Even the sea had lost its deep blue colour and, beneath the misty sky, took on the sheen of silver or iron, making it painful to look at.”