"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