There was one other person in the round sunlit room, a thin hairless man of fifty-two.

"Blood of my blood, I say kill this maegi and wait for the hairless men."

There is great healing magic in fire, even your hairless men know that.

Behind the bar a hairless man with a roll of fat at the back of his neck looked up without expression.

She had never been attracted by smooth hairless men.

The ageless, hairless man sat in a folding chair at a card table.

He dumped the rest of his money on the floor before the hairless man and walked quickly to the washroom.

The hairless man was now a respectful neutral if not a friend.

He was a bald, hairless man with cold blue eyes.

"I have seen men with skins smoother even than yours, but never a hairless white man before."