Dusty's Guardians were disciplined, unlike her own personal bodyguard, Pierre.
Unlike the others dressed for a white tie event, he was dressed in leather pants with a tight black Pearl Jam T-shirt, his hair braided, a chain from his spiked belt to his wallet, and heavy black boots.
He sounded pleased, unlike the moods he'd been in lately.
Unlike Darkyn, whose hair was short, Zamon's long hair was captured in a braid.
He.d have the girl soon, and he.d create an army unlike any that preceded him.
Unlike the nightmares, this time it was real and agonizingly slow.
Unlike me, Betsy was very familiar with the house having spent much time with Martha and Claire.
Unlike the Watchers' tell-tale green eyes, the Others had unnatural purple eyes.
Unlike the cold rain of her father's energy, theirs was warm and cheerful, like her bond to Jule.
But unlike petite Cynthia, Maria was compact—not fat, but solid.
If anything, she was exhausted and in a recovery room unlike any she'd ever seen before.
They were too … different, too unlike the tactics and war planning taught by Anshan or anyone in the Five Galaxies.
Horribly unlike a man as that body looked, she must see him.
The French followed him with astonishment in their eyes chiefly because Pierre, unlike all the other Russians who gazed at the French with fear and curiosity, paid no attention to them.
They had similar cool reserve, unlike Damian and Jule, and had both survived ordeals that would cripple anyone else.
Desperately trapped by need unlike anything she'd ever known, she obeyed.
But unlike the floating package that danced among the rocks, the tin had not floated away.
Her gaze was immediately riveted to that of an alien unlike those of Romas's clan.
It was very unlike his friend and second-in-command to allow his control to slip in such a drastic way.
It was not unlike any night's nocturnal hallucination.
Unlike most first-time riders of this spectacular road, she didn't shudder; instead she leaned far over for a better view, rattling a litany of praises.
Reluctantly, he walked up the sloping hill and to the door that opened automatically for its master, unlike the portal home.
The forest and darkness created a sense of cozy intimacy, one that held her without crushing her, unlike the rest of the world.
At barely above her height and slender, the mad scientist was very unlike the Immortal warriors that filled the castle.
Unlike the cheerful white walls of the house, the tall wall was the unwelcome shade of dark grey that she'd begun to despise after days in the spaceships surrounded by it.
It made him all the more untamed, unlike Romas's sculpted beauty.
Leyon was wiry and tall, his whip-like body unlike A'Ran's, who was far thicker.
Nesvitski with an angry face, red and unlike himself, was shouting to Kutuzov that if he did not ride away at once he would certainly be taken prisoner.
But even as he spoke he began to doubt whether this was the corporal he knew or a stranger, so unlike himself did the corporal seem at that moment.
Unlike Gabriel, who was gentle, teasing, Darkyn was demanding.
Unlike me, they can read it to find who they want.
Then followed a cart unlike any that had gone before.
It was all so strange, so unlike what he had hoped.
It was unlike what he'd known with his predecessor; this was natural, deep, soothing.