half-transparent love



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  • Above them on the hillside, at the far corner of the field, rose a strange, precarious structure, like some extraordinary bird's nest, a half-transparent tower of twigs and vines.

    Land Divers

  • In that moment, when the entire ghost becomes flames, they are all superimposed: they can see the figure and one another, all half-transparent, nothing blocking, all seen at once.

    The Worst Thing I've Done

  • She sat beneath the dappled shade of the limes, the bright leaves making half-transparent shadows around her; the light tinting her silk dress to a delicate green.

    The Scandal of the Season

  • In the faint light she looked half-transparent, bleached of color, wrapped in white like an angel.

    The Mortal Instruments: Book One: City of Bones

  • I remember our two heads being all at once in a warm, half-transparent, fragrant darkness, the soft, close brightness of her eyes in the dark, and the burning breath from her parted lips, and the gleam of her teeth and the ends of her hair tickling me and setting me on fire.

    First Love

  • I bent down to her, and noticed that both her eyes were covered with a half-transparent membrane or skin, such as is seen in some birds; they protect their eyes with it from dazzling light.

    Dream tales and prose poems

  • She seemed all, as it were, spun out of half-transparent, milky mist, — through her face I could see a branch faintly stirring in the wind; only the hair and eyes were a little dark, and on one of the fingers of her clasped hands a slender ring shone with a gleam of pale gold.

    Dream tales and prose poems

  • We came on islands, enchanted islands, half-transparent with the prismatic lights of precious stones, of amethysts and emeralds.

    Dream tales and prose poems

  • Greyish-white, half-transparent, with scarcely marked shades, she reminded one of the alabaster figures on a vase lighted up within, and again her face seemed familiar to me.

    Dream tales and prose poems

  • Maybe his greedy wife snatches the bacon from the plate, gnaws off all the half-opaque, half-transparent bacon fat deliciously crisped on the edges, then tosses the tiny, hard, dry pork bits at her husband.

    Archive 2005-09-01


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