Señor Medena raised a silver brow.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
The silver of her eyes flared and swirled as she gazed at him, an indication she was reading either his future or his mind.
He hesitated, visibly unsettled by what she knew were her spinning silver-blue eyes.
It was a silver coin, warmed by his skin, with a circle of cuneiform symbols surrounding a star with two arrows.
Her eyes shimmered with more than tears—they swirled with silver, the way the eyes of ancient Oracles did.
His hair was silver, his body broad-shouldered and muscular.
Her eyes were swollen and red, the silver glowing in the dim light of the room.
She withdrew her face from his chest and looked up at him, her silver-blue eyes filled with emotion.
She hesitated while her silver eyes swirled with hypnotic slowness.
A strange voice in his head spoke the word again, and he saw the woman with blue and silver eyes.
The woman with the blue and silver eyes came from his dream!
Inside was the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen in a mysterious shade of dark blue sprinkled with silver sequins.
The silver-eyed half-demon was tall and muscular, the air around him rippling with power.
Darkyn claimed there was, but she saw no silver lining to her existence.
"Silver lining," she said softly.
Cynthia resurrected the question of "metalman29," the e-mail presumably from a gold or silver dealer who'd indicated an interest in the Lucky Pup mine.
"There's a lot more metals than gold and silver," Dean said.
World class vistas, trickling silver rivers of high snow melt-off, sky as blue as a queen's velvet robe, and the green and grey of forest and rock towering in every direction—all went unseen.
He was armed with several knives, and his silver eyes were fiery.
"Silver lining," she said softly.
He arched a silver brow.
It contained three items: a tarnished ring, a soul and a delicate silver necklace with a compass on the end.
Gabe saw the half-demon's eyes flare silver and pursued, wanting … needing a fight.
Tourists and locals alike bartered with vendors, and he entered a tiny silver shop, where he sensed the Immortal he sought.
The speaker crouched, a muscular man with liquid silver eyes.
The man with silver eyes barked at Daniela.
She pushed the door closed with her hip, a silver tray of cookies and snacks in her hands.
Eyes blurred by tears, she nonetheless caught the flash of silver eyes.
It was too early for the silver shop to be open.
"Silver lining," she whispered.
The spoken word is silver but the unspoken is golden.
Not only was the paper money valueless which Napoleon so graciously distributed to the unfortunate, but even silver lost its value in relation to gold.
From the talk of the Germans Pierre learned that a larger guard had been allotted to that baggage train than to the prisoners, and that one of their comrades, a German soldier, had been shot by the marshal's own order because a silver spoon belonging to the marshal had been found in his possession.
Kutuzov raised his head and looked for a long while into the eyes of Count Tolstoy, who stood before him holding a silver salver on which lay a small object.
After you went up in a balloon, and escaped us, I got back to Kansas by means of a pair of magical silver shoes.
The little man looked at his watch--a big silver one that he carried in his vest pocket.
They obeyed at once, and next served a fine large turbot on a silver platter, with drawn gravy poured over it.
"Well, I will give three pieces of silver for all that are in the net," answered the merchant.
Genius is not a retainer to any emperor, nor is its material silver, or gold, or marble, except to a trifling extent.
Beside this I got a rare mess of golden and silver and bright cupreous fishes, which looked like a string of jewels.
I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all my remaining respect for it, and pitied it.