A fat black pearl strung on a braided cord nested in the tanned hollow of his throat.

Big fat pearls dripped from the ceiling.

There's that author, what's-her-name, with her short white hair and that strand of fat pearls.

Under the string of fat white pearls around her neck was a gold chain with an ankh, an ancient symbol of life.

This was pre-Iditarod, in the more familiar terrain of the St. Regis Hotel, where she was wearing a soft pink suit by Valentino and a string of fat pearls.

Marrow threw a fat gray pearl into the pool, then a topaz, but the goblins didn't stop.

The nacreous ones were small and oval, and they floated along in a line like fat iridescent pearls on an invisible thread.

For a moment her gown slid dangerously close to transparency; a close torque of fat pearls appeared around her neck and vanished.

In contrast to the Wise Ones' worked gold and carved ivory, her ropes of fat pearls and necklaces of emeralds and sapphires and rubies half hid nearly as much bosom as Someryn had on display.

Lace edged in thin blue and violet ribbons cascaded from wrists to knuckles; looped around her neck from ears to collarbones were six strands of fat white pearls.