"I could feel its gaze as I looked at the grey-brown furry glove of pink, torn flesh that had been grazing around the edge of a wood before making a fateful hop into the road."
"She sat - nearly collapsed - in the chair beside him, trembling fingers stealing out to stroke the surface of her skin, all folded neatly, warm and soft and mottled grey-brown."
"Apart from a rich green of dog's mercury and wild garlic leaves crawling across muddy ground, the overall colour was like the mood – grey: grey-brown, grey-green, grey-grey."