Through glints of phosphorescence and ghosts. Howling in the dark.
China Miéville, The Last Days of New Paris

Praise then darkness and Creation unfinished.
Ursula Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

The overpowering darkness pulled the infinite through the intimate with ease.
Brian Catling, The Erstwhile

These words were all written in dark, quiet rooms. How can they face the bright, noisy world?
Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna

Then the wearers of these perfumes are chased in the dark as in blindman’s buff.
Monique Wittig, The Guérillères