It was pink with white tips, in an antique brass planter.
The hills were a profusion of snowy dogwood and pink plumb and cherry blossoms.
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
Her skin began to flush until it was pink enough to look human rather than the sleep of the dead.
The chilly ocean breeze made her dress move as if it was alive, and she swiped at the pink hair blinding her.
The ocean breeze made her dress move as if it was alive, and her pink hair swept across her features.
He found a strange woman with pink hair and a blue face, sprawled on the beach, staring at the sky with a childlike fascination.
His bright features turned pink beneath his wire-rimmed glasses and straw-colored hair.
His teeth flashed pink in the red glow of the taillights.
Toby's backpack was there along with his pink coat. Rhyn straightened, angry at himself for not hearing the boy leave. A flash of purple caught his eye through the trees, and he loped through the forest.
Ashley wasn't in the room, though Jessi recognized some of her cousin's things: a pink cell phone charger, a backpack that yawned open to reveal clothes, the stack of colorful beaded bracelets on the arm of the couch.
Some were red, some white, and others pale pink, and they were just peeping out of the green leaves, as rosy-faced children peep out from their warm beds in wintertime before they are quite willing to get up.
The countess was to wear a claret-colored velvet dress, and the two girls white gauze over pink silk slips, with roses on their bodices and their hair dressed a la grecque.
The mirrors on the landing reflected ladies in white, pale-blue, and pink dresses, with diamonds and pearls on their bare necks and arms.
Normally it was a raised area, dark pink, but now it looked red and angry.
"The one in pink is mine, so keep off!" said Ilyin on seeing Dunyasha running resolutely toward him.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
She mentally envisioned his wings pink again.
Your face may be blue and your hair pink, but I don't see you doing anything messy, like taking a shotgun to the head.
A towel was wrapped around her and her pink hair clipped on top of her head.
She faced him, her pink face scrubbed clean.
Though her hair was pink, there was no mistaking the delicate facial features, porcelain skin and large eyes of the woman who tormented him his entire life then dumped the underworld on him.
His thoughts kept straying to a certain pink-haired woman whose scent on his skin was driving him crazy.
The kids seemed entranced by her pink hair.
"I like pink," Deidre replied.
That is, if Jim has had enough of the pink grass.
The chariot was drawn on this occasion by the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger, who were decorated with immense pink and blue bows.
They were both dressed in white muslin with pink ribbons.
Ah, friend--my pink one is delicious; her name is Dunyasha....
Several times on glancing that way he noticed behind that door a plump, rosy, handsome woman in a pink dress with a lilac silk kerchief on her head, holding a dish and evidently awaiting the entrance of the commander-in-chief.
I saw him lying on a bed," said she, making a gesture with her hand and a lifted finger at each detail, "and that he had his eyes closed and was covered just with a pink quilt, and that his hands were folded," she concluded, convincing herself that the details she had just seen were exactly what she had seen in the mirror.
She not only remembered what she had then said--that he turned to look at her and smiled and was covered with something red--but was firmly convinced that she had then seen and said that he was covered with a pink quilt and that his eyes were closed.
"Yes, yes, it really was pink!" cried Natasha, who now thought she too remembered the word pink being used, and saw in this the most extraordinary and mysterious part of the prediction.
It mixed with the rain to drip pink puddles on the ceramic floor.
Rainy will have to get used to pink stuff being everywhere.
Uncertain how to explain things, she turned and swept her pink-dyed hair from her back to show him the mating mark.
Zamon's wings turned pink, and she laughed.
Cheered by the pink demon, she looked from the unfamiliar writing to him.
Pink is a good color on you.
Her pink shorts were slung below a belly that topped her husband's in grandeur.
The Deans were up at the first pink of dawn, but they didn't beat Fred O'Connor, who had already perked coffee, cracked eggs, and burned toast for their morning breakfast.
Deidre hadn't tried to dye her hair pink or hide the fact she was different.
Still wearing the garb of Hell, Darkyn's mate was sporting fangs with her pink hair and a heavy sultriness that made Deidre look twice.
The tiny pink nose wiggled and the pink eyes regarded Destiny suspiciously.
Naturally white-blonde, she'd dyed it pink on a whim last weekend.
Iliana asked, tapping a hot pink fingernail.
The woman.s face was hidden behind a mass of blonde hair, but he recognized the hot pink fingernails instantly.
He sauntered down Main Street, the hint of a self-satisfied smirk playing across full, pink lips.
He clipped the nails back to expose pink quicks.
Jack smelled clean and looked healthy with his long pink tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.
"The coat is pink and there are purple hearts on the sweater," Toby said.
Jeff doesn't make much, but we make do, and he's tickled pink to let me do the paper work.
Dean knew if he were honest with himself he'd admit he was tickled pink during those few hours that it appeared Jeffrey Byrne's body had been found.
Half the orchard was on fire while the other half rained delicate pink-white blooms from the apple trees.
She'd been wearing pale pink, as innocent as the flowers that fell from blooming apple trees and caught in her hair.
Carmen was dressed in a short pink dress and white tights.
She dressed in a pink cotton T-shirt, jeans and western boots - because that was what she wanted to wear.
Her toned hourglass shape was clothed in jeans and a snug t-shirt and pink house slippers, as if she'd left home in a hurry.
Then she looked at Zeb, whose face was blue and whose hair was pink, and gave a little laugh that sounded a bit nervous.
Eureka isn't pink; she's white.
"A nice country this is," he grumbled, "where a respectable horse has to eat pink grass!"
You will notice my braids are tied with yellow, pink, brown, red, green, white and black; but I have no blue ribbons.
She tossed it into the fire, marveling at the tiny explosion of pink and green flames.
Her pink hair was up in a bun that revealed the delicate cut of her elfin features.
Deidre sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, pink hair falling down around her.
He was hanging up the phone when Cynthia emerged from the shower, pink and sweet smelling.
Her hair was still pink and in a loose bun on the top of her head.
She marveled at the soft crunch of gravel beneath her shoes.
She walked to the door and pulled it open for Hannah in her straw-colored pants and light pink sweater.
It grew to her height as she watched and then bloomed into an orange-pink flower the size of her head, shriveled and died, and returned.
Three pair of blue eyes stared back at her from the first stall, and tiny pink cleft muzzles lifted in a cute imitation of their mother's broken cry of joy.
This time both legs presented and then the little pink nose.
I'm just tickled pink to be the relief pitcher.
Her pink nose felt like velvet.
Xander waited until he saw the pink creep up her face.
"First time I ever saw a pink cat," said Zeb.
The waist is trimmed with pink and green brocaded velvet, and white lace, I think, and has double reefers on the front, tucked and trimmed with velvet, and also a row of tiny white buttons.
This lasted for several minutes; then this mood passed, and Nancy was thrown ruthlessly on the floor and pushed to one side, while a large, pink-cheeked, fuzzy-haired member of the family received the little mother's undivided attention.
In the beginning of the winter of 1805-6 Pierre received one of Anna Pavlovna's usual pink notes with an invitation to which was added: "You will find the beautiful Helene here, whom it is always delightful to see."
Betsy stepped from the shower, all pink as a posy and wearing only a smile.
Suspecting he'd just driven Sofi's healer completely catatonic, he peeled her soaked sweater and jeans off to display matching pink underwear.
Fred O'Connor, dressed to the nines in a dapper suit, pink shirt, bow tie and sporting a boutonniere, asked Dean if his iron was broken when he took one look at his stepson's new but wrinkled slacks.