brick-coloured

By this time his face was scarlet – no, brick-coloured – and his voice was silenced by the thunderous cheering from Labour.

David Cameron – not just walking on eggshells but dancing on drawing pins 2011

I served the murgh makhani with a mound of plain boiled jasmine rice, but add whatever carbohydrates you wish in order to soak up the brick-coloured sauce.

Murgh Makhani Shaun 2007

‘Strike — silent’; in the drawing-room portraits of the family, painted in oils, with an expression of ill-tempered alarm on the brick-coloured faces, and sometimes too an old warped picture of flowers and fruit or a mythological subject.

A Desperate Character 2006

Kadunguru ... .. a brick-coloured species of bead.

How I Found Livingstone Henry Morton 2004

This cairn of brick-coloured boulders buttressing the right bank has, or is said to have, the Memnonic property of emitting sounds — Yarinn is the Bedawi word.

The Land of Midian 2003

Harriet was looking at a little brick-coloured fibre-board disc on a string stamped with name, number and ‘RC’.

Presumption of Death Sayers, Dorothy L. 2002

What a fate is mine, that I must make love to such a stinking harridan the whole night through and all day; then, when I am rid of her, I have still to tackle a brick-coloured hag!

The Ecclesiazusae 2000

He was a Shetlander, about six feet two in height and built accordingly, perhaps forty years of age, with a brick-coloured complexion, blue-grey eyes and flaxen hair - the last two almost certainly inheritances from Viking ancestors who had passed by - or through - his native island a millennium previously.

San Andreas MacLean, Alistair 1984

The stone is found in the form of more or less rounded boulders mixed with other boulders of various rocks and sizes imbedded in brick-coloured yellow or nearly orange-coloured clay, which forms the soil of the valley, and which is of considerable depth.

Journals of Travels in Assam, Burma, Bhootan, Afghanistan and the Neighbouring Countries William Griffith

Such carrots! small, cadaverous, brick-coloured things, no bigger than a cork, as dry, as masticable, and, still like a cork, with little save a _smell_ to commend their indulgence.

The Siege of Kimberley T. Phelan