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“Gideon was instantly captivated. A hundred questions crowded in his mind. He wanted to know who she was, why she was there, if she liked sugar in her tea, had she climbed trees as a girl, and what her first kiss had been like... The flood of curiosity puzzled him. He usually managed to avoid caring about anyone long enough to ask questions about him. Not quite trusting himself to speak, Gideon approached her cautiously. She stiffened slightly, as if she was unused to proximity with a stranger. As he drew closer, he saw that her features were even and her nose was a little too long, and her mouth was soft and sweetly shaped. Her eyes were some light color... green, perhaps... shining eyes that contained unexpected depths.”

“Your eyes, Their glamorous radiance, Their eternal, heavenly warmth, Their delicate and intricate beauty, The desire to see that twinkle, That gorgeous hazel glow, Overwhelms me, Hazel, the most beautiful Shade of green, Like splashes of sunlight, painting The trembling woods a patchwork of Deep ambers and throbbing reds, Like a shrouded sky, suffocating By melting greys and inky blacks, Like the rippling of chestnut browns And pine greens on a trembling tree, Your eyes, they seem, are Always distracted, Always thinking, Always swirling with hidden embers And falling leaves, They hold so many secrets That I wish I could read, Mesmerising, perplexing, surreal, How I longed to be drowned in Those dizzying pools of colours And never be found again, I adore your hazel eyes, How they utterly charm me, Like the richly brilliant stars, They truly are a masterpiece”

“Your eyes, Their glamorous radiance, Their eternal, heavenly warmth, Their delicate and intricate beauty, The desire to see that twinkle, That gorgeous hazel glow, Overwhelms me, Hazel, the most beautiful Shade of green, Like the rippling of chestnut browns And greens on trembling trees, Like splashes of sunlight, painting The woods a patchwork of Ambers and throbbing reds, Of golds and silvers, Of light and shade On a callous and dreary morning, Like the feeling of grasping a Warm cup of coffee, Holding it softly between your hands Watching, in a daze, as it Dances elegantly in a Blend of acorns and pinecones, Your eyes, they seem, are Always distracted, Always thinking, Always swirling with hidden embers And falling leaves, They hold so many secrets That I wish I could read, Mesmerising, perplexing, surreal, How I longed to be drowned in Those dizzying pools of colours And never be found again, I adore your hazel eyes, How they utterly charm me, Like the richly brilliant stars, They truly are a masterpiece”

“Querida, it's alright," he said. "No one has hurt me in years." "Hey, you're supposed to be my brother," I said, trying to joke. "Brother's don't hold their sisters' hands or call them querida." Seb smiled, his hazel eyes starting to dance. "Yes, they do," he said. "This happens all the time." "Well I guess things are different in Mexico then," I said. "Because in America, no way. And I'm an American." "But you're in Mexico now," he pointed out. "Right. And you're saying here, boys holds hands with their sisters and call them sweetheart." "Oh yes. We're very friendly, we Mexicans.”

“The tall thief rushed down the stairs and grabbed her, swinging her around as he laughed. "And I've been thinkin' you forgot me," he said, placing her on her feet once more. "Just look at you! Tan and fit and wearin' the clothes of a Bazhir-" Alanna looked up into his friendly hazel eyes and broke into tears.”

“There was Layla in the fullness of her lips, Lulu in the thick waves of her hair, Lu Xin in the intensity of her hazel eyes, Lucia in their twinkle. She was not alone. Maybe she never would be alone again. There, in the mirror, was every incarnation of Lucinda staring back at her and wondering, "What is to become of us? What about our history, and our love?”