What is "lambency"

Usage examples of "lambency".

In fact, he consistently suggests that individual words have a kind of lambency at the core that goes beyond their referential employment.

A hundred feet away the Shining One pulsed and spiralled in its evilly glorious lambency of sparkling plumes.

From here, by means of an architectural gorge running through the City of Paradys, you saw the masonry precipices drop down, through coins of roofs and flutes of steps like folded paper, into shadow depths veiled in parks, with little bright sugar churches appliqued on to a mellow sunset, which shed a glamour now like the lambency of some old priceless painting.

The still air had that peculiar desert lambency that made her believe that she could see to the very ends of the earth.

As it was they had to settle for thin clouds gusting over Diranol, subduing its red lambency to a sourceless candle-glow which reduced ordinary visibility to a few hundred metres.

Whatever lay behind the gems lambency, the darkness in the ring, refused to lie quiet.

There were drops of water on my eyelashes, tears of half-frozen spray, and the red lambency of the emotions streaming out through the tube of the photon-director was reflected a thousand excruciating times in these tiny beads of ice.

It seemed to Tahquil-Ashalind that they ran through a different world, a world of shadow and incendiary lambency blown always by the forge-bellows of shang winds.

Enticingly, a green luminance tinted a sheaf of ferns, a blue lambency highlighted a rocky prominence.

Moonlight lit the slope before her, and streetlights, and a certain lambency of the grass blades themselves.

In the ghostly lambency of the streetlights the statue stood on his plinth, gazing down at her.

The bell tower of an old Spanish church rises up above the coconut palms not far away, carved from blocks of volcanic tuff that are beginning to glow in the lambency of another damn mind-blowing tropical sunset.

Beyond that was real agricultural land, a fractal network of canals and creeks glimmering like a golden net as they reflected the lambency of the sunset, and beyond that, as always, a few scattered pillars of smoke in the ultimate distance, where the Fists of Righteous Harmony were burning the foreign devils' Feed lines.