Everything was bathed in a soft green light-such a light as you would have if you lived within a pale emerald.

I mean the color of pale emeralds, the kind of jewels Tarzan might have been searching for in one of the lost cities of Africa.

It was obsidian-volcanic glass of pale emerald, unflawed, translucent, with no sign of block or juncture.

Flares and flames of pale emerald, steady glowing of flame rubies, glints and lambencies of deepest sapphire, of wan sapphire, flickering opalescences, irised glitterings.

The colour of its water was pale emerald, and like an emerald it gleamed, placid, untroubled.

The cabin vanished, immediately replaced by a broad circular space with a floor that glowed a pale emerald.

Birds circled and dove among the pale emerald reaches.

Beneath the spit of the mother's fluids the infant glistened a scandalous shade of pale emerald.

On his head was a cap of silver set with pale emeralds - the snow fields and glaciers that crowned him.

He looked at his house with the new plantings, he looked at the beach, at the water, which had taken on the cast of pale emeralds broken by a narrow track of beaten gold.