When standing still we were perfectly comfortable, although jets of steam from our nostrils arranged frost crescents about our faces.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
"My friend," said Mr. Dainopoulos, and he turned his black, bloodshot eyes, with their baggy pouches of skin forming purplish crescents below them, on his companion.
"Command"
William McFee
The great black crescents above Mrs. Linton's eyes met angrily.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton