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.
Dusty's Guardians were disciplined, unlike her own personal bodyguard, Pierre.
He simply made no attempt - so unlike Alex – at least the old Alex.
Unlike the cold rain of her father's energy, theirs was warm and cheerful, like her bond to Jule.
Unlike Darkyn, whose hair was short, Zamon's long hair was captured in a braid.
Desolation, unlike anything she'd ever felt, made her want to sink into the ground and stay there.
He sounded pleased, unlike the moods he'd been in lately.
But unlike petite Cynthia, Maria was compact—not fat, but solid.
The rest of their bodies were unlike cats.
Her gaze was immediately riveted to that of an alien unlike those of Romas's clan.
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.
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.
It was not unlike any night's nocturnal hallucination.
Unlike the Watchers' tell-tale green eyes, the Others had unnatural purple eyes.
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.
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.
But unlike the floating package that danced among the rocks, the tin had not floated away.
It was unlike what he'd known with his predecessor; this was natural, deep, soothing.
Reluctantly, he walked up the sloping hill and to the door that opened automatically for its master, unlike the portal home.
Did you meet someone unlike us?
The forest and darkness created a sense of cozy intimacy, one that held her without crushing her, unlike the rest of the world.
If anything, she was exhausted and in a recovery room unlike any she'd ever seen before.
At barely above her height and slender, the mad scientist was very unlike the Immortal warriors that filled the castle.
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.
She was very unlike the women of his society.
They were too … different, too unlike the tactics and war planning taught by Anshan or anyone in the Five Galaxies.
It made him all the more untamed, unlike Romas's sculpted beauty.
It was very unlike his friend and second-in-command to allow his control to slip in such a drastic way.
Leyon was wiry and tall, his whip-like body unlike A'Ran's, who was far thicker.
Jared.s form contorted then grew twice his size as he shifted into a creature unlike any she.d ever seen.
Then followed a cart unlike any that had gone before.
It was all so strange, so unlike what he had hoped.
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.