In its spreading light, pale hair gleamed beside him, and whitened cheekbones and white lips, all tinged to health by the flames.

His dark head was bare, his hair whipped by the wind and whitened by flakes of snow.

He was a big man, an imposing figure, especially now that his hair had whitened.

The hair had whitened among the gold; the teeth were worn.

His hair had whitened sooner than Grandma's; he had a clipped, military moustache, a metal-stemmed pipe, and a tobacco pouch which distended his cardigan pocket.

The black robes changed to red, the hair whitened, the skin glistened gold, the eyes had pupils the shape of hourglasses.

The yellow hair would whiten and retrench to a zone around his nape and temples, the usual follicular fallback.

His hair had prematurely whitened.

He had been racked by a petty baron of South Ulfland; his hair had whitened and rage was never far from his face.

Even as his hair whitened, his suits darkened, and his ties reddened, it was unclear he could pull it off.