Dean was thankful they both wore old hiking boots as they stepped forward, gazing with trepidation as the cool breath of the mine met them.
She wore an impish look, high cheekbones and the only lavender eyes Dean had ever seen.
While he was instantly embarrassed and wore stunned look on his face, he saw no point in denying his activity.
Pol Pot ordered the killing of anyone who wore glasses, presuming them to be intellectuals; anyone from the prior power structure, including police; anyone who was educated, or a monk, or an artist; and any Muslim whom, when ordered to, refused on religious grounds to eat pork.
As the days wore on, the drifts gradually shrunk, but before they were wholly gone another storm came, so that I scarcely felt the earth under my feet once all winter.