The golden brown skin and black hair reminded her of the conversation at Thanksgiving.
Tucked into the braids were delicate flowers that circled her head like a golden crown.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit we have expenses and we're limited in what we can do because of real life restraints, but we're not in this for a golden purse.
She would drop by shortly to pick up her boarding pass for her flight to the golden west.
His features were chiseled from golden granite, his blue eyes clearer than the Miami shallows.
He met the White God's golden gaze.
His golden eyes were calm, and he was dressed as if he'd just finished sparring.
The White God's golden eyes were liquid and swirling as his mate's had.
She lacked Jake's golden tongue, and her bluntness had gotten her in trouble more than once.
His golden eyes swirled.
A familiar face appeared from the words, the golden-skinned deity she nicknamed Mr. Checkmate the first time they met at the Immortal Sanctuary.
His brown hair was tousled from the ocean breeze, and he was dressed in jeans and a loose shirt fastened across the golden skin of his chest by one button.
His body was wiry and lean, his skin golden from sun.
"I don't think I've ever had a human question me," he stated, eyes flashing golden topaz.
Romas was a towering example of male perfection: blond with golden skin and bright blue eyes, a chiseled face and buff body, and tall.
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.
It sounds like some English gothic—a naive waif married off to tyrannical older man who holds her hostage in a golden cage and beats her into submission!
No golden ring of an answer.
His back was towards her, the expanse of golden skin stretched over bulging muscles startling her.
It was two years ago and one of my roommates yanked my long, golden blonde hair.
But more importantly, whatever he was driving, we don't know if he parked it down here at the start of the tour or up in Golden, Colorado where the tour ends.
In spite of gaining two hours with the time change, it was still late when the cross-country travelers finally bedded down in a quiet motel in Golden, Colorado, after a shared ride from the Denver airport.
A golden leaf floated down in the cool morning mist and joined a carpet of others under the tree.
"It won't happen," Damian said firmly, golden eyes flashing.
His golden eyes blazed.
His eyes, so light in color they were more golden than brown, penetrated her thoughts with every look.
Her own death stared at her through golden eyes, and she had cared for nothing but feeling his hot skin against hers, sating the ache of the sacred hollow between her thighs, and cooling the lightning burning in her blood!
It's half Collie and half Golden Lab.
Half Collie and half Golden Labrador.
Beside the ring was a man the size of Xander with blond hair and golden eyes and skin.
The White God, Damian, was cool and wary, his white-blonde hair, golden eyes and subtle white glow the opposite of Xander's darker presence.
On one occasion, for instance, Heraclea was afflicted with famine, and the Pythian priestess at Delphi, bribed by Heraclides, assured his inquiring townsmen that the dearth would be stayed if they granted a golden crown to that philosopher.
Lohengrin's guide (the swan) was originally the little brother who, in one version of "the Seven Swans," was compelled through the destruction of his golden chain to remain in swan form and attached himself to the fortunes of one of his brothers.
The king moved uneasily on his golden throne.
To my mind he deserves the golden prize.
Their aim, he said, was nothing less than "the lifting, from the backs and from the hearts of men, of their burden of arms and of fears, so that they may find before them a golden age of freedom and of peace."
Like Moses, who was allowed to glimpse the Promised Land but not to enter it, not all of us will live to experience the fullness of this future, the ultimate manifestation of this Golden Age.
Mr. Anagnos did see oranges, they look like golden apples.
He has big brown eyes and long golden hair and pretty round cheeks.
Two thousand summers have imparted to the monuments of Grecian literature, as to her marbles, only a maturer golden and autumnal tint, for they have carried their own serene and celestial atmosphere into all lands to protect them against the corrosion of time.
A man, any man, will go considerably out of his way to pick up a silver dollar; but here are golden words, which the wisest men of antiquity have uttered, and whose worth the wise of every succeeding age have assured us of;--and yet we learn to read only as far as Easy Reading, the primers and class-books, and when we leave school, the "Little Reading," and story-books, which are for boys and beginners; and our reading, our conversation and thinking, are all on a very low level, worthy only of pygmies and manikins.
(He used to say that a nap "after dinner was silver--before dinner, golden.") He cast happy, sidelong glances at his son from under his thick, bushy eyebrows.
"Demosthenes, I know thee by the pebble thou secretest in thy golden mouth!" said Bilibin, and the mop of hair on his head moved with satisfaction.