Señor Medena raised a silver brow.
"Tomorrow afternoon," Alex responded as he spooned eggs into his plate from a Silver tray.
I caught MBTA Silver Line to South Station, for my 11:15 departure.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
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.
The tension melted from his body at the sight of her petite frame and swirling silver-blue eyes.
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.
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.
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.
He was armed with several knives, and his silver eyes were fiery.
"Silver lining," she said softly.
The leaves of the big oak tree were like silver filigree and the white cross beneath it looked iridescent.
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.
His white-silver hair was long and clasped at his neck, his bronzed face and forest- green eyes displaying no emotion.
You owe Gabriel one, the silver- haired man said.
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.
With much hard labor and careful management I have saved only five little silver pieces.
"Well, I will give three pieces of silver for all that are in the net," answered the merchant.
No silver bullet is in this chapter, no "aha" insight that will instantly persuade you.
She had a silver dollar and a dime.
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.
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.
Sometimes on his way back from the anteroom he would pass through the conservatory and pantry into the large marble dining hall, where tables were being set out for eighty people; and looking at the footmen, who were bringing in silver and china, moving tables, and unfolding damask table linen, he would call Dmitri Vasilevich, a man of good family and the manager of all his affairs, and while looking with pleasure at the enormous table would say: Well, Dmitri, you'll see that things are all as they should be?
The wax candles burned brightly, the silver and crystal gleamed, so did the ladies' toilets and the gold and silver of the men's epaulets; servants in scarlet liveries moved round the table, the clatter of plates, knives, and glasses mingled with the animated hum of several conversations.