"Matthias, don't go home," she said, and then, closing her eyes, lay so still and motionless I feared she would never move again.
— from The Harvest of Years by Martha Lewis Beckwith Ewell
He sat at the controls, his eyes luminous behind the magnification of his thick lenses, his lanky frame arched forward for a better view of Humanac's screen.
— from The Immortals by David Duncan
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