"Don't you dare," she cried, her face Crimsoning, her eyes beginning to flash.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
She stopped, Crimsoning with indignation.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
He obeys, looking down at her half in surprise, half in tenderness, as she kneels beside him, slender, graceful, wonderfully fair to see, with the reflection from the fire Crimsoning her cheeks and lending a golden lustre to her light-brown hair.
"Erlach Court"
Ossip Schubin