" They were staring away from each other, Lina's eyes near silver in the dimming light, as if her irises were limned with mercury, Niko's dark and gleaming like a doe's, blackened with liner. There was something glinting right beneath the surface there, a goldfish flicker in a pond, but I lost it just as quickly. "

― Lana Popović , Wicked Like a Wildfire (Hibiscus Daughter, #1)