“Cheshire’s yellow eyes slitted as he held her gaze for one beat, two. Then he began to unravel from the tip of his tail, a slow unwinding of his stripes. ‘These things do not happen in dreams, dear girl,’ he… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
“His eyes were slitted and intense, like he might need to have sex at any moment.” — Veronica Wolff Copy Share Image
