There was no moon but the stars shone out well from the midnight sky.
It was a dragon, black as a midnight sky, magnetic red eyes pulling her toward death, or something worse.
The midnight sky lay upon the domes of the city complex.
Above him, the trees became black silhouettes against a midnight blue sky.
Jane stood, crossed to the bay window and gazed out at the midnight sky.
His eyes were still solid blue, like midnight skies when the stars have drowned.
Her eyes were still wide open and dark as a midnight sky.
The floor itself seemed darker than a midnight sky.
He had never seen eyes quite like hers, the color of smoky, midnight skies.
Her face could still be seen, fading against the midnight sky.
