Breaking wave feature

Usage examples of curl.

An Aberdonian, he resembled one of the black Aberdeen Angus cattle from his native territory: black curls tumbling over a broad forehead, liquid dark eyes always on the lookout for the red rag, wide cheekbones seeming to drag his fleshy nose across his face, full lips always moist.

He stared at Adelaide, with her fierce brown eyes, and her brunette curls, and that disturbing, angry, beautiful face.

I think it is Alba, maybe Henry went to see what was wrong with Alba, so I get up and go into Albas room, but Alba is asleep, curled around Teddy, her blankets thrown off the bed.

His eyes dismissed him and the older women, but sparked with interest when lighting on Amani, who had curled onto the bed beside her daughter, holding her close.

More than anything, Amara wanted to go somewhere dark and quiet and curl into a ball.

My toes curled and my foot flexed, reveling in the delicate touch of the thumb that traced its way from the ball of my foot down the high arch and up into the hollow below my anklebone, managing to stimulate an entire plexus of sensation.

As they galloped past Apollyon, the links of the silver net rippled over the demon, curled him in pain, and robbed him of his strength.

There was a bronze plaque screwed into a boulder announcing the start of the Appalachian Trail, and nearby on a post was a wooden box containing a Bic pen on a length of string and a standard spiral notebook, its pages curled from the damp air.

He saw fronds just above the waterline, which had recently survived ashfall from a volcano, curl from the heat, turn brown, and fall away.

Much of the ejecta curtain was curling into orbit in what would become the smothering ashfall of days to come.

It touched the red fur of a large cat, also curled tightly and ashiver, even in sleep.

Then at last Hresh did the most obvious thing, the one thing he had held back from doing, and curled his sensing-organ about it and applied his second sight.

I have many fond memories of those early Atheneum titles, curled up in a reading chair late at night, letting the words take me away into the magical otherworlds to be found in their pages.

The Babinski reflex - the great toe pulling up instead of curling down - was a grave, grave sign that her cerebral cortex, the thinking part of her brain, was no longer influencing the movements of her body.

The lanky man crumpled to the floor like a kid, breaking into sobs, his face in his arms, his back in a fetal curl.