Suddenly, a blur of brown streaked past the bathroom, tackling the demon.
He led her into a large study with a huge, brown leather couch near a dead hearth.
He didn't wear a coat today and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to reveal brown muscular forearms.
She had large brown eyes with thick black lashes and matching hair that was stacked becomingly on top of her head.
She squinted, realizing the two furry brown monsters were men in costumes from Where the Wild Things Are.
Verdant forests stretched to the steely sky, a swath of green, brown, and grey.
He threw a saddle on a reddish brown horse and nodded You're right.
He spat a stream of brown fluid at the ground and grinned at her.
His tucked waist and hips were clad in dark brown, his feet bare.
They were a soft, sable brown with specs of black that seemed to swirl in motion around her pupils like two tiny solar systems.
Curly brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she wore jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt that was tight over her swollen belly.
Tell this nice man the truth, she said, meeting the twinkling brown eyes.
His skin was darker, the color of honey as opposed to alabaster, his eyes a rich, dark brown, and his features lacking the delicate, chiseled beauty of Romas's family.
He was dressed plainly, and, with his reddish-brown hair and mud-bespattered face, looked like a hard- working countryman just in from the backwoods.
Her eyes were almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it was almost black.
Her large brown eyes took in Lisa with surprise and she threw her son a questioning look.
Thick brown brows crouched over darkening eyes.
His gaze lingered, and he took in the beautiful doe brown eyes, deep set and large, framed by long eyelashes.
A stunning man with a large smile dressed in white stood a few feet away, his brown hair ruffled by the sea breeze.
His large brown eyes were studying Deidre.
He watched the mage in brown scuttle away.
His brown eyes were shadowed, his Hispanic features the color of caramel.
Her smile was quick and warm, her brown eyes dancing.
His eyes were white then black then changed from every color in between, his brown hair of medium length and wavy, ruffled by the sea breeze.
The door flew open before she could knock to reveal a stern woman in a monk's brown robes.
The woman in brown glared at him but stalked towards the kitchen.
Rhyn tested the bonds of his cell again until a mage in a brown robe hurried down the hall to repair the damage.
She turned, surprised to see the middle-aged woman in grey robes and sharp brown eyes.
We have several refugees here already, the woman in the long brown robe said.
She looked at him, big brown eyes incredibly sad.
She appeared to be in her early thirties, had chestnut brown hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders with thin streaks of what looked like fire running through it.
His soft brown eyes were now the color of a deep topaz, feline in nature.
He was sure by now it was a brown tangle, ready for the trash heap.
His youngest sister paused beside him, leaning against his thigh while she studied his lifemate with brown eyes a shade lighter than his.
The man beside her had dark blond hair, serious brown eyes in a chiseled face, and a form as fit as his son's.
There was a gentle air around the woman, and her large brown eyes lacked the rigid stoniness of her husband's.
A breakfast buffet lined one end of the cafeteria, with brown-robed women moving in between the food and the kitchen.
She stared at him hard, recognizing the brown eyes but not the lean face and body.
The courtyard was packed with women in brown robes and Immortals.
A small woman in a brown robe rushed to remind him of the rules.
Each day fleecy clouds floated across the sky and occasionally veiled the sun, but toward evening the sky cleared again and the sun set in reddish-brown mist.
In the middle of the wood a brown hare with white feet sprang out and, scared by the tramp of the many horses, grew so confused that it leaped along the road in front of them for some time, arousing general attention and laughter, and only when several voices shouted at it did it dart to one side and disappear in the thicket.