The stranger's dark form came into her peripheral.
The stranger's kiss was light, his full lips warm and soft.
Her body was humming with the stranger's weird energy.
The smiling stranger's warning clicked.
From Dan's whiplike body to Brady's feline-like musculature to the stranger's towering frame, there was no mistaking them for normal soldiers.
Clara thought the stranger's interest was personal, but she couldn't be farther from the truth.
The stranger's face softened with the warmth of pity, a sight Xander was accustomed to.
He rarely thought of the man he didn't remember, but since the stranger's visit, Xander wasn't able to get his father out of his mind.
He sat in thoughtful silence for a long moment before he retrieved the rich stranger's cloak.
That smile again, the one that scared him, crossed the stranger's face.
She almost laughed, feeling overwhelmed by her task and uneasy in the stranger's house.
In ascending the river a stranger's eye is first caught by the numerous huge ice-houses with high thatched roofs and by a tall white tower - the T'ien-feng-t'a or Ning-po pagoda or obelisk - which rises to a height of 160 ft.
The stranger's name was Cimabue.[Footnote: Cimabue (_pro_. she ma boo'a).] He was the most famous painter of the time.
The stranger's face was not genial, it was even cold and severe, but in spite of this, both the face and words of his new acquaintance were irresistibly attractive to Pierre.
And again, glancing at the stranger's hands, he looked more closely at the ring, with its skull--a masonic sign.