Flushed with anger

Usage examples of livid.

His face was as livid as that of the corpse that had drifted down from the far latitudes of the austral zone.

Richard Bencher did have a livid scar across his forehead, but he had a different explanation for it.

He rubbed the engraved opal that was the bezel of the ring and it began to glow like a brightening ember, smoky crimson shot with livid green at first, then kindling to a vivid scarlet.

The cicatrix was puckered, purple at its edges, a livid white at the center.

I was halfway across the room, when the door opened and Fal Sivas, livid with rage, stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

A furtive and livid light glanced along the damp walls of the narrow court of the Hotel des Folies, as at the bottom of a well.

Bloated dead vines the size of fire hoses draped limply across the floor, extending out from the livid, gelid mass.

I asked him how he had noticed my state, and he said he had remarked the livid whiteness of my ear, and this, he said, was always a sign that the frost had taken it.

The patient gradually loses strength and becomes languid, her face is pale and usually bloated, livid circles appear around the eyes, the appetite is impaired, the bowels are constipated, and the feet and ankles swollen.

Without the filing cabinets the fungus growing in the corners showed acid green and livid purple, with a wet sheen like the innards of a slaughtered beast.

I am sure he is livid that Diewan and Jabal have thrown in with what Morrison is calling the New Coalition.

The jerkings gave way to little twitchings and jactitations and the livid colour was replaced by a leaden grey, infinitely more horrible.

Radbard spied the darker countenance of Solo Juke, strained to livid fury.

Puffing, his face livid from the efforts of the fray, Kelk waited, content so long as Verne made no move.

Because I knew that for certain, too, that nutsy Zora, with her rages, speeches, scraps of quotes, with her warm whispers for me, her smell of lotion, her wal1eye, her midnight pacing, meetings, and constant grumbling at the way of the world-that she was swirling like some nebula around a livid core of pain.