Ocupation: Author
Life: b. November 12, 1976
Birthday: November 12
Hey Sydney," she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but they were also assessing everything in the room, much as Eddie's gaze was. It was a guardian thing. Rose was about my height and dressed very casually in jeans and a red tank top. But, as always, there was something as exotic and dangerous about her beauty that made her stand out from everyone else. She was like a tropical flower in this dark, stuffy room. One that could kill you.
source: Richelle Mead (2011). “Bloodlines”, p.38, Penguin
topic: Flower, Eye, Dark, Sydney, Dark Eyes, Crooked Smiles, Tank Tops, Assessing