His look radiated success.
She radiated power that even humans could feel.
Pain radiated through his body from where she'd shot him, and his normally pliant temper was near the snapping point.
Everything in the room radiated some sort of subtle energy, and she waded through the energies, marveling and confused by them.
He towered head and shoulders over the mostly female crowd and leaned with deceptive casualness that radiated danger against one of the pillars in the food court.
The dying flicker danced and radiated in his shaking hand, reflecting on something white.
Her Gabriel, who spent his life a part of the shadows, radiated the quiet power of a deity that reached her from across the room.
They gazed at each other for a long moment, her shock and exhaustion too deep to fear the man who radiated power and control, even in a simple T-shirt.
He radiated the kind of quiet power Gabriel did.
Pain rippled through him and another wave of power radiated off him, turning the boulders nearby into powder.
His large frame radiated heat.
It then radiated to the far reaches of their extremities.
Pain radiated through her, but she pushed herself towards the door.
The woman radiated cold power, her eyes brighter than even Xander's.
The Healer's voice radiated happiness that made Darian sink lower into the black thoughts in his mind.
A tingle began in her chest and radiated through her entire body.
He radiated a weird sort of energy.
Pain radiated through her.
From Rome itself roads radiated in all directions.
Babylon long continued to be a Jewish centre whence the Jews radiated to other countries.
She was already the home of the Cluniac movement, the centre from which radiated the truce of God, the chosen place of chivalry; she could supply a host of feudal nobles, somewhat loosely tied to their place in society, and ready to break loose for a great enterprise; she had suffered from battle and murder, pestilence and famine, from which any escape was welcome.
Wherever I sat, there I might live, and the landscape radiated from me accordingly.
But Julie did not flatter her friend, the princess' eyes--large, deep and luminous (it seemed as if at times there radiated from them shafts of warm light)--were so beautiful that very often in spite of the plainness of her face they gave her an attraction more powerful than that of beauty.
The tune, played with precision and in exact time, began to thrill in the hearts of Nicholas and Natasha, arousing in them the same kind of sober mirth as radiated from Anisya Fedorovna's whole being.