Excerpts of Weather - 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