What is "crisscrossing"

Usage examples of "crisscrossing".

Havana harbor, U-2s were crisscrossing the island fourteen miles above.

The room was a great stone-floored kitchen, low- ceilinged with black beams crisscrossing it, the plaster showing as white as flour between them.

The void was no void at all, she found, but an intricate network of crisscrossing lines of weak but permanent energy.

From up high they looked like a series of crisscrossing, multicolored carnival lights stretching off in all directions.

The surgical unit emitted a glaring array of crisscrossing red lasers that reconfigured her face and hands.

Then they flew, crisscrossing in midair a moment before thudding into the side of the barn.

There will be literally hundreds of moving courseways crisscrossing and encircling the lobby, each of them ending at a designated elevator.

Flying machines were still crisscrossing the skies day and night at the end of the first forty-nine hours, but further north, nearer the pole.

The helmet crested in a spiked ridge, and beneath it lay a crisscrossing spiderweb of thin bones.

And last night, he, Skaj and the strangely subdued Rinatto had constantly hidden from crisscrossing patrols.

Their footsteps echoed hollowly against the dingy walls of dark brick as they made their way north, through the crisscrossings of the empty back streets that led toward the wider boule­vards.

Their footsteps echoed hollowly against the dingy walls of dark brick as they made their way north, through the crisscrossings of the empty back streets that led toward the wider boulevards.

Clay tried to get a clear look at India outside, but all he could see in the starkly shadowed street were the crisscrossings of three-wheeled taxis and human-drawn rickshaws.

Wartime Marseilles was such a bubbling stew of political double-dealing, financial corruption, racial and nationalist crisscrossings, refugee agonies and tragedies, and Mediterranean finagling dating back to Phoenician times, that compared to Gaither's daily grind, melodramas and spy yams paled.

Depape had seen him that way plenty of times, but the old white crisscrossings of scars always made him feel a little sick to his stomach.