The Grey God's face grew stormy, and anger colored his features.
One source of energy was darker than a stormy sky while another was as bright as the sun.
His gaze was stormy, but there was more there, a profound sadness that made the large man more human.
They all froze, and a look of surprise crossed Rainy's stormy features.
Darian struggled visibly, his gaze stormy and his frame shaking.
Had he come over that stormy night while Alex was away with the intent of making Alex believe they were having an affair?
He sank into stormy contemplation, clueless how to handle the latest of his challenges.
The stormy note was back in his voice.
She hesitated, then propped her chin on his chest, gazing up at him with stormy, reddened eyes.
Both were bristling with stormy energy that made her body tingle unpleasantly.
He was still bristling with stormy energy.
The air around her crackled, Jonny's stormy power and the Other's cold lightening making her skin crawl.
On stormy days, as already mentioned, the irregular changes hardly admit of satisfactory treatment.
When it rose early it was a sign of summer; when late, of winter and stormy weather; when it rose about midnight it heralded the season of vintage.
This Christian kingdom - situated in the midst of Moslem states, hostile to the Byzantines, giving valuable support to the crusaders, and trading with the great commercial cities of Italy - had a stormy existence of about 300 years.
Stormy discussions at Lucca followed; but they failed to prevent Gregory from nominating four fresh cardinals (May 9, 1408).
He built him a little hut for shelter at night and in stormy weather.
He went across the narrow yard to the sheds where the cattle were kept in stormy weather.
I have felt it on cold, stormy days and at night.
Perhaps the Old Sea God as he lay asleep upon the shore, heard the soft music of growing things--the stir of life in the earth's bosom, and his stormy heart was angry, because he knew that his and Winter's reign was almost at an end.
In stormy weather they are sometimes of a dark slate-color.
Marching thirty miles that stormy night across roadless hills, with his hungry, ill-shod soldiers, and losing a third of his men as stragglers by the way, Bagration came out on the Vienna-Znaim road at Hollabrunn a few hours ahead of the French who were approaching Hollabrunn from Vienna.
It was long since there had been so stormy a meeting.