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“The patterns overhead shifted so that, had she an imagination prone to hysteria, she could easily convince herself something hid in the curtains above…

— Carolyn Jewel

“I shivered, only the pale moonlight filtering in through the high rows of dusty, neglected windows. “You are so creepy.” “Duh. I’m monster that…

— Ketley Allison

“...her dark eyes were like twin entrances to two deep caves. Nothing lived in those caves. Maybe something had, once upon a time. There…

— John D. MacDonald

“Expecting his usual aloof expression, she saw instead that his smoky eyes were locked on her face and the walls that he usually hid…

— Kiki Hamilton

“She was perched on the windowsill. The brilliant light didn’t seem to bother her. I could just see her thinking to herself that if…

— Calia Read

“Now that he was near her, this sighing of the human skin took on a dreamlike quality like the spell of the mountains.”

— Yasunari Kawabata

“There was something strange about her eyes. They were mysteriously lacking in depth. They were lovely eyes, but they did not seem to be…

— Haruki Murakami

“An idea was knocking about in the back of her head, like a moth at a dimly lit window.”

— Sarah Hilary

“The thought of him was a smoky cloud from hell that moved and crept in her head.”

— Katherine Anne Porter

“Her body was rounded like earth. Stories. Breath. . . . Her eyes have been painted closed. I understand. To tell a story you must travel inward.”

— Terry Tempest Williams

“Lifting her head, she met his gaze. “W-what the hell was that?” “I think… we’re mortal.”

— Sylvia Day

“And I'd noticed her eyes, the lightest blue, and alive, moving here and there and then staring straight on. And now there's darkness under…

— Adam Berlin