His ice-white firebird sat on his shoulder and regarded the company with a resigned silver-blue eye.

She had the most beautiful silver-blue eyes he had ever seen.

A woman with sweet, silver-blue eyes and brown hair with gold highlights.

She nodded silently a third time; the huge silver-blue eyes seemed to be looking through to another world as much as at him.

Charlotte brazenly turned her face up to him, looking directly into his silver-blue eyes.

Now his smile vanished and the silver-blue eyes narrowed.

She was silent a little, her silver-blue eyes looking inward.

She stared in awe at the fine black hair and silver-blue eyes.

Or how handsome his chiseled face and silver-blue eyes were.