The Eyes Have It

His eyes were golden-yellow, all golden-yellow, with neither whites nor irises; all golden-yellow, with vertical black-slit pupils.

She looked at him.

He looked at her, golden-yellowly, and then at the swaying upside-down crucifix.

She looked at them watching her and knife-in-hand screamed at them, "What have you done to his eyes?"

They stirred and looked at Roman.

"He has His Father's eyes," he said.

Rosemary's Baby - Ira Levin