Roaring

This area is known as the Roaring Forties because of its characteristically strong westerly winds; it is a notoriously difficult area for sailors.

True Spirit Jessica Watson 2010

The best I've gotten so far is some old man from way up in Roaring Forks called up Mama and

Excerpt: Ida B by Katherine Hannigan 2004

The other American girls at the hostel squeak about a party on a grass island at something called The Roaring Minute Creek.

The Shoes, the Girl and The Waves that Washed Them Away Christopher Allen 2011

I believe Dougan's unlikely introduction to the English acid scene came via a Leicester R&B band called the Roaring Sixties, who in late 1966 transformed themselves into Family, one of the earliest English psychedelic bands.

Psychedelic footballer – the secret life of Derek Dougan 2011

I mean the end of the decade we may call the Roaring Zeros — these years of overleveraged, overextended, technology-driven, and finally unsustainable investment of our limited human energies in the dream of infinite connectivity.

The Autumn of the Multitaskers 2007

I mean the end of the decade we may call the Roaring Zeros — these years of overleveraged, overextended, technology-driven, and finally unsustainable investment of our limited human energies in the dream of infinite connectivity.

The Autumn of the Multitaskers 2007

I mean the end of the decade we may call the Roaring Zeros — these years of overleveraged, overextended, technology-driven, and finally unsustainable investment of our limited human energies in the dream of infinite connectivity.

The Autumn of the Multitaskers 2007

Joseph Stiglitz, a Nobel prize winning economist, wrote a couple of books a few years ago called The Roaring Nineties: A New History of the World's Most Prosperous Decade and Globalization and Its Discontents in which he discusses one of the biggest expansions of globalization in modern times and the effects it has upon the world and the world economy.

Book Review: Blessed Among Nations Matt Johnston 2007

For years, as they barreled along expressways toward Colonial Williamsburg with its candle-dippers and loom-sitters, or else toward a sleepy, shabby resort in the Poconos called the Roaring Fire Lodge, with everyone and their stuff packed tight into the Volvo station wagon, they would sing it:

The Position Meg Wolitzer 2005

That was when we entered a stretch of water we came to call the Roaring Rocks-like the Serpent's Teeth off Shazar's coast, but much greater in expanse, and larger, too.

The Sailor On The Seas of Fate Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1976