“Roman, his breath hoarse and ragged, his body trembling like a leaf in an autumn storm, hugged himself in unspeakable fear as the thing’s face finally came into view: two round empty eyes in which sable night roiled forever and… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“If anyone had bothered to notice me, they would only see a scared fifteen-year-old girl with eyes of sable ringed by kohl liner and black hair that fell to her waist. They wouldn't see someone struggling to remain sane. Only… — Sherry Soule Copy Share Image
