A black flash of magic flew from him to Sirian, and the silver-haired man smashed into the back wall.
The silver-haired man turned at Taran's low command.
Fred O'Connor, with three silver-haired lady friends in tow, clustered around the backyard picnic table.
The immortal Council's leader, a silver-haired man with violet eyes and a face untouched by time, stood at the entrance.
The silver-haired man made no move at all.
The silver-haired man offered a distracted smile.