He swirled the ice cubes around in his glass.
He swirled the coffee in his cup and lifted that piercing gaze to her face.
He swirled the coffee in his cup.
He swirled the coffee in his cup, examining it absently.
The man in the corner was tall with eyes that swirled gold like Damian's had.
Elisabeth's blood was a lighter red, and for a moment the two swirled together in a dance of sorts, then all of a sudden started to bubble and burst into flame.
Her eyes swirled, and he felt her cool power surround him.
It swirled and eddied before finding its way to the gem.
Carmen swirled around, enjoying the feel of the skirt as she eyed her image in the mirror.
He stared down at his cup and swirled the coffee around absently.
He removed his hand and they moved back against the rock wall of lava that swirled over them.
He swirled the coffee in his cup and shifted uncomfortably.
The silver of her eyes flared and swirled as she gazed at him, an indication she was reading either his future or his mind.
Her irises swirled again and her frown grew.
It flipped her hair and swirled around her.
Her eyes shimmered with more than tears—they swirled with silver, the way the eyes of ancient Oracles did.
Damian's words swirled through her thoughts, along with the scent of his blood.
She hesitated while her silver eyes swirled with hypnotic slowness.
Her eyes swirled with arousal, and her parted, plump lips threatened his resolve.
The words swirled off the page and morphed into images of men and women.
An image of Darkyn appeared forefront before the images swirled and began to play a disjointed movie.
More gems swirled in the lake, seemingly at random.
They leapt from the pages to create visions before him that then swirled and turned back into words.
Green smoke swirled from the man's ears and mouth, forming a fog around Gabe's hand before crystallizing into a small emerald.
Gabe rose and swirled on his trench coat.
He swirled his wine as he leaned against the counter opposite her.
The sand transformed into a mist and swirled around him before settling into his skin.
Darian's golden eyes pulsed and swirled with battle fever.
Black smoke swirled in his other hand, molding into a cuff.
Snow swirled around her as she strode from the mansion into the cold morning.
Her fingers swept over the cuff, and anger swirled through her again.
Light and shadow bent and swirled around him, his magic magnified by the immortal world.
She swirled it, considering when she had last drunk some of the sweet, tart cider.
It was filled with maroon blood swirled with black.
He absently swirled the iced tea in his glass as his gaze finally met hers.
His gaze dropped reflectively to the coffee cup and he swirled the coffee around in it absently.
The silver around her eyes swirled hypnotically for a moment.
Familiar anger and pain swirled through him, the same he felt the night he killed the last Grey God.
Yancey swirled her around and leaned his head down, speaking in a low voice.
A sense of power swirled around him that scared her.