They were meant to be, mated, dark and light halves combined to make a whole.

The dark half of the world, rolling far beneath us, showed no lights at all.

Yet now he must become his dark half if he was to survive.

So there will always be a dark half and a light half.

They are white, irrorated with shining dark brown, especially on dorsal half.

The dark half wants more success and less condescension from the critics.

The screen in front of them, now showing lights across the dark half of the world, went black.

The dark half of the sky fell westward and pushed the light half down further into the west.

The memories flooded over the darker half of his mind.

Samhain, the turning point, the entrance to the dark half of the year.