Jacqui Murray is the author of the popular prehistoric fiction saga, Man vs. Looked at me with a strangled expressionĬopyright ©2022 – All rights reserved.
shot a look over the top of his glasses.Thinking about my conversation with the old detective.She frowned–couldn’t recall the incident.looked for a common theme, a thread of some sort.eyes watched her the way a tiger watched a bunny.His glance, as conspiratorial as a wink.eyes were brown in the middle and bloodshot everywhere else.the light fades from his eyes until they are dark and empty.Crows feet radiated from corners of eyes.bedroom eyes, dark hair falling into them.Competitive, fixed, dead-eyed, and querulous stare of people who weren’t getting far enough fast enough.Nets of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.black circles beneath her eyes had become bruises.Huge blue eyes that gave her a startled look.eyes were dark, cupped by fleshy pouches.eyes carried a mixture of shock and barely contained anger.looked like hell-purple bags under her eyes,.Lined from squinting into too many suns.Looked him over with the respect men who have not served give those who have.Watching the bystanders from the edge of his vision.
Caught her peeking at Hawk sideways out of a narrow corner of her right eye. His eyes were never still and he never looked at me except in passing. eyes felt scratchy and I was jittery with coffee and raw from sleeplessness. dark eyes radiated a fierce, uncompromising intelligence. eyes narrowed, she got a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrows. focused on an empty space in the air between them. Looked at a place somewhere over his shoulder. Stared off into the crowd but didn’t seem to see anything. studied her with a predator’s unwavering attention. Eyes bleary from surveillance and the two-hour drive. Gaffan saw Marley’s eyes open wide in surprise and recognition. Sure, we know that, said Herrera, taking off his glasses to inspect the lenses. Cold gaze fixed on the anxious young man. an alertness in the eyes, behind the glasses that sat crookedly on the nose. Eyed me as though his bullshit meter was ticking in the red zone. They can’t be copied because they’ve been pulled directly from an author’s copyrighted manuscript (intellectual property is immediately copyrighted when published). When I read a description that catches my attention, I copy it down, using it later to remind me there’s more to a character’s eyes than ‘she looked’ or ‘his blue eyes’.Ī note: These are for inspiration only. … people have been trying to decode ever glitter, wrinkle, squint, and gaze that passes from those orbs.
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