(13) Butter-sautÔö£┬«ed beef on a vinaigrette-laced green salad was tough and tasted of weary oil so-called ginger snow peas with tofu tasted mainly of carbonized singe and incinerated red onion. (12) The blast passed straight through his body, without even a singe. (10) the heat was so intense I could feel the hairs on my hands singe (11) Try not to set your sheets on fire or singe your eyebrows. (9) The singe mark, that had started to grow in, was sizzling and hissing again. (8) That's right, it's because we're human├ö├ç┬¬ we bleed when we're cut, we singe when we're burnt, and it all leaves so many little dents and scars. Armstrong is known for abstract paintings that incorporate singe marks, which she forms by laying lengths of bomb fuse on the canvas, igniting them and holding them in place while they burn.
(6) The uninsistently salt-and-peppery seasoning was spot on the slightly charry singe on the crust just so. (5) The comments would fair make your ear hair singe. (4) There is an unusual flash-fried cauliflower - no batter, just a nice brown singe on the margins - that deserves points for originality as well as taste. (3) There were two singe marks on Nathan's chest the smell of burnt flesh emanating from them. (2) Olivia let the cigarette burn down and singe her finger slightly. The mine, big with destructive power, burst upon me, and hurled me high in the air-I fell on heaps of smoking limbs, but was only singed.(1) There wasn't a scratch or a singe on any of the vehicles. The powerful heat from the cannons had singed her hands and skin, raising a red welt on the left side of her face. The singed serpent was thown flat as Moonbird, wings freed, rose into the air, his shoulder still in the grip of his dangling adversary. His hair was singed, his face was covered in mud and smut, and what she could see of it was scarlet.Īylwin found that he had somehow cut his head, his clothes and hair were singed, and one sleeve of his best supertunic had vanished, leaving a ragged blackened edge just above his elbow.
His hair was singed and the smell of burned and wet cloth was strong in his nostrils. They left scorching tracks in the land, and Ijo the Scholar had his arm singed by one, though he was not badly hurt. Then Yount hastily scrambled out again, his own clothes smoldering here and there, his black beard singed and his face and hands blistered. He smelled of vomit and singed hair and blistered flesh, and her stomach rolled and heaved. Larkin kept telling him to go to hell out of a mouth that looked like a piece of singed stew meat.Ī dirty, barefooted maid was sitting on a trunk, and, having undone her pale-colored plait, was pulling it straight and sniffing at her singed hair. I saw his gaze flick to the side of my head where the plasmic near miss had slightly singed my hair. There were motives in it of fats, butyric acid, alcohols, mineral oils, heated rubber, and singed leather, to a broadly-handled accompaniment of charred feathers, lightened by suggestions of crisped flesh.
I remember their singed lawns and white-pillared porches, and the lone gas stations, the pumps like cylindrical one-armed robots, their glass tops like brimless bowler hats, and the cemeteries that looked as if no one else would ever be buried in them. Now Istria and I were both up, with the singed and bleeding wolf still, amazingly, on its feet and growling at both of us.
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