Both had matched missing buttons on their worn winter coats.
Xander matched her passion.
Rhyn yanked the dart free and looked from it to the small welt forming on his arm. It matched the welt on his other arm. He gazed at his other arm for a long moment then strode to Toby's bag. Snatching it, he unzipped it and dumped its contents onto the ground. Alongside Toby's 3DS, a pair of clean underwear and socks, and gamers magazine was a small shaving bag. Rhyn opened it, surprised to find a syringe and two small bottles, one empty and one filled with wine-colored solution.
The convent members who managed the Sanctuary had replaced the wall Rhyn knocked down with a row of brown tents that matched their dresses. Rhyn eased between two of them, aware of Kiki's fading pulse. He set his brother down on the ground and looked around wildly, hoping they hadn't sent Katie's Ancient Healer, Lankha, home to the underworld.
You see, she had an idea that the colour of our thoughts matched that of our skin.