"Her cheek was grazed, and her dirty reddish hair was tangled; tangled, but not matted. And her eyes… Richard realized that he could not tell what color they were. They were not blue, or green, or brown, or gray; they reminded him of fire opals: they were burning greens and blues, and even reds and yellows that vanished and glinted as she moved."
-Neil Gaiman (Neverwhere)
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