Yuvali struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The long leaves of a purple-flowered bush raked her forehead. The flower emerged from bulbous green tubes, unfolding toward the sun. The petals radiated like flecks in an eye, a whirlpool, a sea-shell. Ch.19 - B.T. Lowry
It was earliest morning, when even small trees cast long shadows and scarlet foxes trot denward through the dew like flecks of fire. - Gene Wolfe