To my mind he deserves the golden prize.
He has big brown eyes and long golden hair and pretty round cheeks.
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.
Darian lay on his back staring at the ceiling with brooding golden eyes, his horribly scarred body hidden under turtleneck and gloves and socks, even in the safety of his room.
His golden eyes were calm, and he was dressed as if he'd just finished sparring.
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!
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.
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."
The other was white, with long golden curls.
Mr. Anagnos did see oranges, they look like golden apples.
I was very sorry that the poor little girl with the browns and the "tangled golden curls" died.
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.
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.
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.
A familiar face appeared from the words, the golden-skinned deity she nicknamed Mr. Checkmate the first time they met at the Immortal Sanctuary.
"I don't think I've ever had a human question me," he stated, eyes flashing golden topaz.
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 back was towards her, the expanse of golden skin stretched over bulging muscles startling her.
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.
A golden leaf floated down in the cool morning mist and joined a carpet of others under the tree.
Beside the ring was a man the size of Xander with blond hair and golden eyes and skin.
She appeared as he remembered her the day of her murder: a ten-year-old with long blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and golden skin.
His skin was golden, his wide back muscled, lean and defined down to the slender hips and waist.
He looked pissed as it was, his unusual golden eyes swirling in a way not even remotely human.
His golden gaze was down, turmoil on his face.
He met the White God's golden gaze.
He stood before the low-burning fire, golden eyes swirling as he thought quickly.
This threefold division of the office of imperial archchancellor was acknowledged in 1356 by the Golden Bull of the emperor Charles IV., but the duties of the office were performed by the elector of Mainz.
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.
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.
Wiry and lean, Darian's golden gaze was identical to that of his brother, the White God.
Stables, golden well, dwellings.
His golden eyes were more intense than the midday sun.
He looked as tired as she felt, his hair disheveled and dark circles beneath his blazing golden eyes.
There was anger in his sharp voice this time, and his golden eyes flashed.
Jenn held Darian's golden gaze, feeling awed at his transformation.
Darian's golden eyes pulsed and swirled with battle fever.
He had a streak of honor that marked him the son of a White God as much as his golden eyes.