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“The shadows were really long on the grass, and the clouds were pink and orange. It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and…

— R.J. Palacio

“The sky was white but deteriorating fast. As always, it was becoming an enormous drop sheet. Blood was bleeding through, and in patches, the…

— Markus Zusak

“The sky was a fresh-swept blue, with only a trace of white cloud clinging to the dome of heaven like a thin streak of…

— Haruki Murakami

“Everyone was pointing upward at the sky, which was turning into a symphony of color. First, orange streaks appeared in the blue, like an…

— Kass Morgan

“And eventually the dark peeled back layer by layer, and with imperceptible gradations the sky feathered to a delicate pale blue.”

— Ransom Riggs

“The sky was no longer blue. North-eastward it was inky black, and out of the blackness shone brightly and steadily the pale white stars.…

— H.G. Wells

“The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform gray. On days like this the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the…

— Haruki Murakami

“For a week the sun had been nothing but a puffy, seamless sheet of white, and this Tuesday had begun the same. But as…

— Geoffrey Wood

“The sky was a pretty canvas of blushing oranges, electric pinks, deep blues and vibrant purples as the sun made way for the moon.”

— A.Z. Green

“Pale sky, white land; like somewhere past the end of the world”

— Rinsai Rossetti

“Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement…

— Simona Panova

“Whites were bright as fresh-fallen snow, yellow shone like gold, reds turned to flame, but the shadows were so black they looked like holes…

— George R.R. Martin