A large green book caught her attention.
Are you sure his name is Green; not Greely?
You even touched it, maybe saw little green men.
The very next day they came in sight of a little green island.
The two women adjourned to the front porch to cut green beans and shuck corn.
He took the children far away to a green valley where his flocks were feeding.
Wildlife hid behind that wall of green, but it was too late in the day for them to be hopping out on the road.
His pupils were contracted by the bright sunlight and his light green eyes contrasted sharply with his bronze tan.
I passed the golf course, as green as an Irish post card and envied the couple strolling down the fairway.
Maybe it was the fact that he never smiled, or the loneliness in those green eyes.
Their eyes met for a moment... piercing blue eyes meeting startled green eyes in a battle of nerve.
Following his gaze, Cynthia saw the little green Ford coming up the drive.
When the steaks were grilled and the corn and green beans boiled, the table was leaden with food, enough for a small army.
Nope. Lou Green, from Palo Alto, California.
"Oh, you must mean Mr. Green, in the Pace Arrow," the woman said.
She tossed it into the fire, marveling at the tiny explosion of pink and green flames.
They saw a mass of tough green vines all matted together and writhing and twisting around like a nest of great snakes.
It was called "Ivy Green" because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy.
Many very handsome houses and large soft green lawns around them and trees and bright flowers and fountains.
Destiny helped her with planting the green bean seeds.
Range after range of mountains began with a mixture of sharp green that gradually faded until the last range was wrapped in the haze of distance.
A Hispanic woman in green pajamas took my arm and I was led to a small cubicle.
She turned, her body tense and her large green eyes swimming with fear and dread.
It was delightful to lose ourselves in the green hollows of that tangled wood in the late afternoon, and to smell the cool, delicious odours that came up from the earth at the close of day.
We sailed on the Hudson River and wandered about on its green banks, of which Bryant loved to sing.
There were three sets of numbers written in green ink on his palm.
Yes, really everything is green already....
As soon as my examinations were over, Miss Sullivan and I hastened to this green nook, where we have a little cottage on one of the three lakes for which Wrentham is famous.
His clothing fitted his form snugly and was gorgeously colored in brilliant shades of green, which varied as the sunbeams touched them but was not wholly influenced by the solar rays.
Carmen and Destiny dressed mother/daughter style in red/green/yellow plaid blouses and hunter green jeans.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
The woman moved behind him, her confused green eyes on Jule.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her green eyes showing her torment and her magic like a halo around her.
She began to sweat before reaching the door leading from the patio to the green blur that was the gardens over which the patio overlooked.
She couldn't make out what was in the garden, but she heard the sounds of fountains and saw the dark green blur of a forest in the distance.
He drove these to the pastures on the hills and watched them day after day while they fed on the short green grass.
Within less than two minutes, Billy saw Mary Green whispering, and she had to take his place.
You could have the libertarian state, the green state, the clothing-optional state, the state with free public housing for all, the state where puns are outlawed, the state with a two-drink minimum, the fiercely pro-business state—even a state that guarantees free speech but requires that you sing your speech like a show tune.
But during the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out.
Very soon the green, pointed buds showed signs of opening.
Think, also, of the ladies of the land weaving toilet cushions against the last day, not to betray too green an interest in their fates!
The sea, however, is said to be blue one day and green another without any perceptible change in the atmosphere.
His hands were symmetrically placed on the green silk quilt, the palms downward.
Only now in the stillness of the night, reading it by the faint light under the green shade, did he grasp its meaning for a moment.
On seeing the young master, the elder one with frightened look clutched her younger companion by the hand and hid with her behind a birch tree, not stopping to pick up some green plums they had dropped.
The light was green and she accelerated across the intersection.
Almond-shaped green eyes were large and expressive while her skin was touched with honey.
Two people were all he knew with certainty: Sofia and the Watcher with his forest green eyes.
When they called for the vessels again, I was green enough to return what bread I had left; but my comrade seized it, and said that I should lay that up for lunch or dinner.
I have seen our river, when, the landscape being covered with snow, both water and ice were almost as green as grass.
He looked at the row of birches shining in the sunshine, with their motionless green and yellow foliage and white bark.
In another side street a sentinel standing beside a green caisson shouted at him, but only when the shout was threateningly repeated and he heard the click of the man's musket as he raised it did Pierre understand that he had to pass on the other side of the street.
Near by could be seen the familiar ruins of a half-burned mansion occupied by the French, with lilac bushes still showing dark green beside the fence.
The Watcher clenched his teeth, green eyes flaring with light and spinning before he regained his temper.
He faced the small man with glowing green eyes.
"The seal will never be whole again," the Watcher said in a hushed tone, his green eyes on the sky.
He looked like her father, only his eyes glowed green where her father's had been purple.
The middle-aged man with bright green eyes standing in his study looked harmless.
Rainy, a brooding Guardian with striking green eyes and a shock of dark hair, was his youngest station chief at a youthful two thousand years old.
One was of medium height and slender, an older man with sharp green eyes the color of forest moss who seemed out of place in the middle of the room.
She blinked, shocked when he walked through the man with the green eyes as if he weren't there.
He turned to see the small man with bright green eyes that glowed in the moonlight.
He followed the man with eyes as green as the moss in the corner of his room down the busy hallways, unaffected by the men who spit on him or shoved him as he went.
Sofia darted off the table, staring at him as he entered, trailed by Two and the man with green eyes.
The man with green eyes leaned over to Two, whispering to him.
His green gaze switched from her to Dustin, never blinking.
Sofia darted off the table, staring at him as he entered, trailed by Two and the man with green eyes.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
You will notice my braids are tied with yellow, pink, brown, red, green, white and black; but I have no blue ribbons.
For they were in the streets of a beautiful emerald-green city, bathed in a grateful green light that was especially pleasing to their eyes, and surrounded by merry faced people in gorgeous green-and-gold costumes of many extraordinary designs.
This mollified Jim a little, and after some thought the green maiden decided to give the cab-horse a room in the palace, such a big building having many rooms that were seldom in use.
The colors represented the four countries of Oz, and the green star the Emerald City.
Jellia at once departed on the errand, and she was gone so long that they had almost forgotten her mission when the green robed maiden returned with a troubled face.
The green maiden hastened away, but presently returned and said:
As the merchant was walking along, he came to a river that flowed gently between green and shady banks.
The doll cried, too, and stretched out its arms from among the green branches, and looked distressed.
The grass was as green as though it was springtime, and the golden ears of corn gathered together in heaps in the great fields looked very pretty.
The waist is trimmed with pink and green brocaded velvet, and white lace, I think, and has double reefers on the front, tucked and trimmed with velvet, and also a row of tiny white buttons.
Since I wrote you, Helen and I have gone to live all by ourselves in a little garden-house about a quarter of a mile from her home, only a short distance from Ivy Green, the Keller homestead.
Often, when the weather is fine, we drive from four to six, or go to see her aunt at Ivy Green or her cousins in the town.
I love the beautiful spring, because the budding trees and the blossoming flowers and the tender green leaves fill my heart with joy.
Some were red, some white, and others pale pink, and they were just peeping out of the green leaves, as rosy-faced children peep out from their warm beds in wintertime before they are quite willing to get up.
I have felt a bud "shyly doff her green hood and blossom with a silken burst of sound," while the icy fingers of the snow beat against the window-panes.
From the top of the hill where I stood I saw my army surging over a sunlit plain like angry breakers, and as they moved, I saw the green of fields, like the cool hollows between billows.
Here is a hogshead of molasses or of brandy directed to John Smith, Cuttingsville, Vermont, some trader among the Green Mountains, who imports for the farmers near his clearing, and now perchance stands over his bulkhead and thinks of the last arrivals on the coast, how they may affect the price for him, telling his customers this moment, as he has told them twenty times before this morning, that he expects some by the next train of prime quality.
Methinks I hear them barking behind the Peterboro' Hills, or panting up the western slope of the Green Mountains.
That's Roman wormwood--that's pigweed--that's sorrel--that's piper-grass--have at him, chop him up, turn his roots upward to the sun, don't let him have a fibre in the shade, if you do he'll turn himself t' other side up and be as green as a leek in two days.
Walden is blue at one time and green at another, even from the same point of view.
The verdure had thickened and its bright green stood out sharply against the brownish strips of winter rye trodden down by the cattle, and against the pale-yellow stubble of the spring buckwheat.
Two huntsmen galloped up to the dogs; one in a red cap, the other, a stranger, in a green coat.
Behind them sat Anna Mikhaylovna wearing a green headdress and with a happy look of resignation to the will of God on her face.
Women's fuss! muttered Alpatych to himself and started on his journey, looking round at the fields of yellow rye and the still- green, thickly growing oats, and at other quite black fields just being plowed a second time.
An old peasant whom Prince Andrew in his childhood had often seen at the gate was sitting on a green garden seat, plaiting a bast shoe.
A slight man with white hair, velvety green eyes, and a fatherly smile stood in the middle of the kitchen.
Her green eyes pierced him to the core, and a light flush spread across her skin.
The man with green eyes was waiting for him in the hall and touched his arm.
His green eyes shifted from her to Traci.
He followed a familiar path through a narrowing hall and looked at his palm for the three codes written in green ink there.
The man with the green eyes was suddenly behind him, watching her.
He followed a familiar path through a narrowing hall and looked at his palm for the three codes written in green ink there.
With some difficulty and danger Jim drew the buggy over the loose rocks until he reached the green lawns below, where the paths and orchards and gardens began.
"Did you not wear green whiskers at one time?" he asked.
He could see a green open space just beyond; and then the woods seemed to be thicker and darker.
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
That way I looked between and over the near green hills to some distant and higher ones in the horizon, tinged with blue.
Who hasn't sat at a stop light and been so distracted by something else that they didn't notice the light was green?
Protected from the harsh winter storms, the valley was already lush and green.
She looked Deidre up and down with assessing green eyes.
In it was a green soul, glowing faintly like an emerald under a jeweler's lamp.
Sprinkled in the assortment of oldies were a few exceptions—two couples both named Dawkins, and Pumpkin Green, a young man taking a break from his cross country hike to California in support of the homeless, or so he claimed.
Not the case with Pumpkin Green.
And before you ask, she's got her green card.
The rocking chairs were back, four in a row, red, green, yellow, and purple, adding a blaze of color against the century-old white building of Bird Song.
It was Pumpkin Green's third day since arriving with an overladen shopping cart he insisted on lugging to his second floor room.
He had a green thing of cigarettes.
"He's been busy shooting hoops with Pumpkin Green," Dean said.
Pumpkin Green returned while Dean was killing the few minutes before he left.
Dean was in front of Bird Song, trying to mow the lawn, still blanketed with the moisture of the now-ended drizzle when he remembered his promise to pick up Pumpkin Green and whoever else needed chauffeuring from the pool.
After leaving the church, amid handshakes and greetings from town friends, the couple was surprised to meet Pumpkin Green.
All the peaks remained snow-capped, giving sharply defined contrast to the green of their slopes and the blue of the summer sky.
Dean and his wife joined the group, followed by Brandon Westlake, Pumpkin Green, and a newly arrived Midwesterner named Hank.
Even Pumpkin Green, the trekking philosopher, tossed in his two cents.
Monday was transition day at Bird Song, with the arrival of six new guests to fill three vacated rooms, with only the four Dawkins, Brandon Westlake, and Pumpkin Green staying on.
Most of the guests seemed content in the parlor, listening to Pumpkin Green ramble away about his upcoming Fourth of July water fight.
His replacement early morning audience consisted of two old ladies from Indiana who'd just checked in, Pumpkin Green, and Paulette Dawkins.
Dean bumped into Pumpkin Green, who was leaving, a black cape and tuxedo over his arm.
Pumpkin Green would have known about the bones.
He kept an eye out for Billy Langstrom, whom he still hoped to talk to, but he spotted neither him nor Pumpkin Green in the crowd.
He was happy to be out of the dining room where Brandon Westlake and Pumpkin Green, both distraught over Billy Langstrom's death, were pressing Dean for details.
Westlake practically camps on it and even Pumpkin Green's has gotten in on the act, Dean said.
In addition to the four Dawkins, there was Pumpkin Green, the grocery cart vagabond, and old Brandon Westlake, camera buff supreme.
"What do we know about Westlake and Pumpkin Green, for instance?" he asked.
While sleep was only partially suspended and Dean's fantasy returned, morning brought the news that the noise had been real—Pumpkin Green had left in the night, bumping his shopping cart down the stairs to a clandestine exit.
While Pumpkin Green was not at this week's mass, or probably any other service within miles of Ouray, Billy Langstrom's partner in love Melissa attended.
When the old man tried to engage him in further conversation—this time about Pumpkin Green and the general irresponsibility of today's youth—he excused himself on an important errand and left Westlake standing in the hall.
Reminded of Pumpkin Green, he wondered where the young hiker had spent the cool night.
"Pumpkin Green," Dean said.
"Pumpkin Green was a fan of heavy metal music," Cynthia offered.
The trio had pretty much dismissed Pumpkin Green's involvement in spite of his connection with the play.
Pumpkin Green strolled into the inn, arm in arm with Billy Langstrom's female friend, Melissa.
It was a green tin, with a red spot on it.
They came in a flat green tin—fifty of 'em. That's how they got the name.
There was a note on the hall table from Cynthia that she and Martha had accepted Brandon Westlake's invitation to catch the late afternoon sun and photograph wildflowers, and Pumpkin Green has stopped by, looking for Dean.
"Want to see what a Lucky Strike Green Flat Fifty tin looks like?" he asked.
World class vistas, trickling silver rivers of high snow melt-off, sky as blue as a queen's velvet robe, and the green and grey of forest and rock towering in every direction—all went unseen.
Pumpkin Green was seen about town, always in the company of ever-expanding Melissa, whom he seemed to adore.
"Brandon seemed really close to his brother Ralph," she said as she snapped the fresh green beans.
Gabriel's attention was caught on a faint green glow on a table in the middle of the stacks of dead bodies.
The glowing green gems on the bottom were souls the demons had extracted.
Deidre gazed around her, eyes settling on the green glow, visible through the French doors.
Gabriel called the soul to him silently and watched the green fog form around his hand before it crystallized into an emerald.
Her eyes went to the green glow of souls again.
The needles were long and soft, their vibrant green coloring leaving her breathless.
She pushed the door closed and stood, shivering, and gazed at the green glow visible even during daylight.
They were green, glowing and healthy.
"There are so many," she murmured, dismayed by the green glow over the lake.
The green gems were caught in some sort of invisible current that ended when it reached the bank.
Harmony was tall and willowy with red hair and green eyes.
The light green scrubs made his long features look sallow and the pale blue eyes that fixed on her seemed more tired than interested.
I'm just … waiting for the green light.
Guessing the compass only worked in the mortal world, Gabe emplaced it around his neck before picking up the green emerald – the form a soul took after death – and peering at it.
Green smoke swirled from the man's ears and mouth, forming a fog around Gabe's hand before crystallizing into a small emerald.
The green fog appeared at his words.
He watched the green gem form in his palm and rose.
He glanced at Harmony, whose green gaze was on the ocean.
His green eyes were distant.
The green gems reflected the sunshine, shimmering through the clear water.
He stopped beside her, gaze on the lake that glowed green in the quiet night.
They led onto a balcony, but it was the eerie green glow beyond that caught her attention.
"What is it?" she asked, eyes on the green glow.
Distressed by the idea, she found herself standing before the French doors again, looking at the green haze over the forest.
Orienting herself, she caught sight of the green haze again and walked along the edge of the forest, seeking a path.
She stopped a dozen meters before the edge of the forest, wondering if there was any sort of hazard in being so close to whatever it was causing the lake to be green in the first place.
Wynn's gaze was on the figures across the lake, his impassive features bathed in green light.
"Curiosity. Most lakes don't glow green," Wynn said in a casual voice.
The bottom of the lake was lined with green gems, the source of the strange light.
The green fog appeared.
It turned to green dust.
Green power flowed from the souls in the lake, through him and into the gem.
Gabriel grabbed at it, until he saw the shape of a man form beneath a haze of green.
Kris's normally iced features clouded, his violet eyes going green as he thought.
Kris slid two rare green life crystals across the table, the common form of payment for an assassination not ordered by Death herself.
His white-silver hair was long and clasped at his neck, his bronzed face and forest- green eyes displaying no emotion.
Aside from its large, glowing green eyes, the creature appeared near-human with a lean body covered in some sort of leather jumper.
Far, far, away, beyond the stone and shale, she thought she saw a swatch of green.
The room was more welcoming than she expected, the stone walls covered and smoothed with Sheetrock painted a light green and edged with pumpkin orange.
He led her to the uppermost floor of the castle, to a hallway with magnificent views of a green valley with towering trees.
The bedchamber was done up in pastels, soft rose drapes, light blue and green rugs, yellow pillows and highlights, which seemed to take the chill out of the stone walls.
They strode through the opulent mansion down a stairwell spilling into sunlight and swaths of green grass at the side of the main house.
Verdant forests stretched to the steely sky, a swath of green, brown, and grey.
It stared at her through green eyes, and she frowned, uncertain why the sight of the creature bothered her.
He took a step closer, his blond hair and green eyes highlighting a slender face.
Jared limped after him and appeared beside him on the cliff edge, taking in the morning view of grey skies and green forest with a look of distaste.
He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small black pouch, pouring its contents—two green gems holding the dust of human souls—into his palm.
They have green grass, oceans, and blue sky just like us.
She felt more grounded as she stepped out of the horrible grey elevator onto a thick carpet of green.
She saw a full range of eye colors, though she noticed with some interest that blue or green eyes were unnaturally clear-- unlike her Mediterranean, green-blue-grey gaze.
She was delicate, with long hair as dark as the night sky and large eyes that turned from blue to green to grey.
He moved around her and stepped onto thick green grasses.
Talal paused in an open doorway leading to a large, green field behind the dwelling occupied by hundreds, perhaps thousands, of warriors organized into sparring groups of four and five.
She'd thought the planet completely dead, but there was a bright patch of green grass beneath her and the pod.
Grass tickled her feet, and she glanced down at the swath of green beneath her.
The sky was a deeper blue, the green of the spruce and pine even darker than usual against the incredible white blanket that reflected the sun so brightly one was forced to squint or wear sunglasses.
He was able to ski from the summit, but only on those slopes and trails designated blue or green, novice or intermediate.
It was a signature day in Ouray, better than the best of the area's finest painted or photographed images with the sky so blue, the pines so green and the snow so white, you couldn't paint truer colors with an art store's inventory.
There is no way on God's green earth I am going to influence that lovely woman to do your bidding!
My favorite color is green.
The supply of chevon and chicken in the freezer was getting low, but they still had plenty of home canned corn and green beans.
Even the ground was beginning to green with new shoots of grass.
There's enough green stuff out there now and they're starting to lay again.
Nature was at her peak, blending the wild blooms with various shades of green.
Soon a green river winked at them playfully between rocks and bushes, and roared impressively as they entered the clearing at the mill site.
Even so, she had managed to can thirty pints of green beans and twenty pints of tomatoes so far.
Green eyes sparkled despite her irritated tone.
The major cities in the East hit by nukes were marked in red with concentric circles that faded to orange, yellow, and finally green as they stretched west.
Gray buildings squatted amid neatly kept green lawns and paved walkways.
Lana replaced the micro, looking anew at the green cars and their silent occupants.
Still exhausted, he sat next to Dan in the helo that transported them from the medical facility to the lush green foothills of the Rockies.
He turned, and she stopped. With the tip of one dagger, he tugged a necklace free from the shirt hiding it. On it was two small green gems.
Death held out her closed hand to Rhyn. He crept forward warily and extended his. She dropped a small green gem into it.
Gabe stepped closer to the Lake. Even through the black water, he could see the green souls at the bottom.
Her green eyes narrowed as she looked at me.
After leaving the room, Hunter stopped by a green Ford with Pennsylvania license plates.
"I'm so old I won't even buy green bananas no more," he smiled as Dean rolled his eyes.
Beyond the pond was a vivid green line of brush and trees, bordering the creek.
Green trees in every shade clumped together like heads of overripe broccoli.
The black frame with its hunter green trim rested on blocks right now.
They were in full bloom, their bright yellow blossoms contrasting starkly against the soft green of new grass.
He dumped a spoon full of green beans in his plate.
"I wore green that day," he said with a chuckle.
Jenn faced the newcomer, surprised to see a small, grandfatherly man with brilliant green eyes standing near them.
Darian asked, gazing into its clear green eyes.
Its green gaze turned intent, and Darian waited for it to speak again.
Several of his guardsmen stood nearby, their uniforms emblazoned with green cuneiform symbols.
She squinted to see it, unable to make out anything but glowing green eyes.
Vara, the only man he might count as a friend if he dared count any, whirled, and moonlight caught his pale green eyes.
His gaze was a familiar bright green, his hair curly and black.
She recognized the inky blackness swimming in his green eyes and felt her gut twist.
A dark green forest hedged the bay, hiding the inhabitants from sight.
Taran felt someone watching him and peered between two of his father's men to see the youth his age with glowing green eyes.
His eyes were as green as the trees hedging the beach.
The lanky youth had grown into a muscular man with icy green eyes, curly black hair, and chiseled features as cold as his father's.
Anger crossed through eyes as green as spring buds.
He was too surprised to speak, just stared at her through piercing green eyes.
"My brother's son, the cousin of Vara," Hilden said, motioning to a gangly youth with Vara's green eyes.
Vara's green eyes almost glowed in the moonlight.
Vara lifted his chin in greeting as she passed him, and she wiped her eyes, meeting his green gaze.
His green eyes flashed as he flung himself from the horse.
Her gaze was fixed on him, something obviously going on behind eyes that couldn't decide whether they were green or blue.
She leaned against a pine tree, her gaze falling on a little green snake with stripes on it.
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