Through his lids he could see changes in darkness and light.

He could see it in his men's eyes when they glanced at him through lowered lids.

Even through their lids he could see the bright glow that the wizard had become.

The old man's eyes were flashing through their slitted lids.

Even through his closed lids the flash was magnesium bright.

Rhonda shot a quick glance at him through narrowed lids.

After a few minutes he squinted through narrowed lids and with a painful effort turned his neck to the side.

But the chill air in the room and the gray light filtering through his lids told him differently.

I stared at him as best I could, through my swollen lids.

Through half-open lids, the eyes could be seen, crossed toward the bridge of the nose.