“It opened its eyes, and its eyes were yellow. The gold of the old sky, like hers, only much foggier. Those were beautiful. Nona had always adored her eyes and here they were again, on the corpse, only partially spoiled for being dead. They looked like treasure at night. The corpse looked at her in such mute, helpless appeal, spoke to her in her first language–”
“It opened its eyes, and its eyes were yellow. The gold of the old sky, like hers, only much foggier. Those were beautiful. Nona had always adored her eyes and here they were again, on the corpse, only partially spoiled for being dead. They looked like treasure at night. The corpse looked at her in such mute, helpless appeal, spoke to her in her first language–”
