"They are too beautiful, Tomb; they are too accomplished. They had the stars beneath their hands"

M. John Harrison - The Pastel City

Excerpts of Weather #1: Sky

The sky was a bruised red shot with black, almost exactly the colours of a tattoo. Sunset had two minutes left to live.

Denis Johnson - Jesus’ Son

The sky was a grey sea with no tide.

Geoff Dyer - The Colour of Memory

The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel.

William Gibson - Neuromancer

Outside, the stars were shining coldly in a cloudless sky, and the breath of passers-by blew out into smoke like so many pistol shots. 

Arthur Conan Doyle - The Blue Carbuncle