He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
Dad had passed on his curly blond hair to Nick and Lisa.
A gust of wind whipped at her full skirt and tossed her long blond curls into the air.
A curly blond head peeked around the corner and large blue eyes studied the stranger cautiously.
She was taller than Howie but rail thin and possessed an engaging smile, long blond hair and arresting blue eyes.
Molly O'Malley was a pretty child, easily recognized as Julie's daughter with her long blond hair and beautiful eyes.
He reminded her of an ancient Greek god, his cold, hard beauty magnified by his sun-kissed skin and dark blond hair.
"We've been waiting for you," the blond-haired Guardian said in a light Irish lilt.
Two men sat at the table, one with blond hair and the other like something out of a movie.
"Been trying to call you, Jule," the blond Guardian said from his seat on the couch.
She grimaced and turned to see the tall blond striding toward her office.
He was as large as the others, with olive skin, long white-blond hair, and golden eyes the unusual color of honey.
His hair was sandy blond, his skin golden.
"Fate said …" she stopped, recalling the blond deity's warning about not revealing he had visited.
The blond deity with multi-hued eyes and a quick smile was dressed for a dressage event, complete with helmet and crop.
Past-Death's features were pale, her blond hair pulled back into a ponytail.
He was as skinny as a stick, in his early twenties, and his long blond hair hadn't seen scissors since he began his transcontinental trek.
Another woman, a very tall blond, stood a few paces back, a smile on her face, watching the old man.
She flipped a few strands of her blond hair back in place.
A few seconds later, Deidre's blond head bobbed to the surface.
He was dressed as if he'd just come from some club, all in leather with his blond hair in a braid.
She gave blond curls a quick lift with her fingers.
Violet eyes and blond hair - what a combination.
She marveled at the soft crunch of gravel beneath her shoes.
The man in her bedroom was kind of creepy: tall and lean with blond hair and eyes so dark, she couldn't see his pupils.
The blond man's smile was slow, predatory, his teeth sharpened into points and his dark gaze piercing.
He took a step closer, his blond hair and green eyes highlighting a slender face.
Rhyn nearly decked him when the blond brother shoved him back.
Her bouncy blond curls brushed his arm as she turned her head to take in the tapestries and look up at the murals on the ceilings.
Romas was a towering example of male perfection: blond with golden skin and bright blue eyes, a chiseled face and buff body, and tall.
Romas's people were fair skinned with light hair in varying shades of blond and red.
The man beside her had dark blond hair, serious brown eyes in a chiseled face, and a form as fit as his son's.
Blond curls framed one of the prettiest faces he had ever seen.
A beautiful blond with a quick wit?
The muscular woman, with short blond hair and clad in black tactical gear, stood in a stark white hallway.
Frowning, Lana remained before the screen even as the blond woman disappeared.
Major Dan, a man with blond hair and dark eyes, sat in the bed across the aisle from her.