His eyes began to glow again.
In the glow of the dome light he glanced up at her.
Damian laughed, thrilled to be back with his adopted brother and to see the glow in his face.
As if on cue, the auxiliary lighting came on, casting a romantic glow around her.
Doesn't it look as if that glow were in Moscow? remarked one of the footmen.
As she stared, the silver seemed to flare into a deep glow and swirl around her irises like cars around a racetrack.
The glow from the flashlight barely illuminated the next few feet of inky darkness as the two youngsters crept along the dank passageway.
The single cone of light flickered on the dripping stone, casting yellow dancing goblins in its shadowy glow as the pair stumbled forward.
Gabriel's attention was caught on a faint green glow on a table in the middle of the stacks of dead bodies.
The chamber beyond was dark, lit by the soft glow of a single torch beside a clear sarcophagus.
Her skin was golden from the sun, which brought out the enigmatic eyes, and made them glow with the otherworldly beauty displayed by her and the one called Evelyn.
His teeth flashed pink in the red glow of the taillights.
The glow of fire made him squint as they neared the field.
The thought of their gentle courtesy and genuine kindness brings a warm glow of joy and gratitude to my heart.
The glow of the first fire that began on the second of September was watched from the various roads by the fugitive Muscovites and by the retreating troops, with many different feelings.
In the darkness of the night one of the servants noticed, above the high body of a coach standing before the porch, the small glow of another fire.
The glow spread, rising and falling, farther and farther still.
In one corner a piano perched silently, and the embers of a fire still cast a faint glow from a massive fireplace.
Even the pre-dawn glow creeping into the room failed to disturb him.
"Very, very good," he said, an odd glow in his eyes as he gazed at the place where the plate had been.
She didn't seem to glow to her own eyes, though she suddenly realized the rain no longer fell on her.
He could see tears streaking down her face in the glow of his light.
As the sun climbed over the mountains, it spread its glow across the snow still nestled in the cracks and crevices above him.
She pushed the door closed and stood, shivering, and gazed at the green glow visible even during daylight.
"There are so many," she murmured, dismayed by the green glow over the lake.
The Atlanta night was muggy and dark; a thin layer of smog trapped the city's light and made the sky glow an eerie yellow-orange.
"Curiosity. Most lakes don't glow green," Wynn said in a casual voice.
She saw the glow of his eagerness and tried to be more upbeat than she felt, for his sake.
The room was warm and cozy, its walls done up in dark lacquered wood, the warm glow of chandeliers non- imposing.
A distant light was in Mansr's eyes, a faded glow about his face.
The pale glow of the moon shone through the uncurtained window, casting an elongated shadow from the overturned chair.
Camp fires from Landis's men and allies made the forest canopy glow in patches as far as he could see.
The old warrior was sweating, the glow of battle lust in his gaze.
The glow at the back of his gaze matched the feeling in her breast, and she touched her lips to his.
Sirian followed her movement with his gaze and smiled, an unnatural glow in his eyes.
The fire provided the only light in the large, airy chamber, its glow and shadows flickering across the room.
Betty had murmured something about jogging, kissed him on the nose, wiggled on her meager duds and left the tent, with the flap open just enough to admit the predawn chill and a red glow that would soon be sunrise.
Dean dusted off a Christmas present bottle of VO with thoughts of re-igniting the glow from Ethel's gin and chasing away the gloom of the empty house but one sip and he re-capped the jug, deciding it wasn't a good idea.
Gazing at the high starry sky, at the moon, at the comet, and at the glow from the fire, Pierre experienced a joyful emotion.
At nighttime in the moon's fair glow How sweet, as fancies wander free, To feel that in this world there's one Who still is thinking but of thee!
Lydia Larkin moved into the glow and stood silhouetted before him.
It was the sound I hated more on a telephone that Henri Mancini's version of Theme from Moon Glow or any other top one hundred hits of elevator music was, 'would you please hold'?