Sleek black armor covers every inch of him, except for his eyes; gray as smoke and catlike, they’re set on General Sharpe.

He’s hidden by darkness, but I can make out his eyes—gray as smoke and catlike.

Time magazine described her as “moving about the stage with catlike grace, her rich, ringing voice zooming with ease through the high, precarious lines,” and as a “girl with veins of fire.”

Here, the imagery flickers between the mortal world and more forbidden realms — ghostly knights, ships, catlike creatures.

She moved slowly, catlike, and seemed not too concerned.