What is "wavelets"

Usage examples of "wavelets".

They could at last hear the hiss of tiny breakers—little more than wavelets, from the sound.

As if a big clock, that only he could hear, had just now begun to tick (once a second, not five times like wrist watches and many spring clocks), he found himself becoming acutely aware of time and of everything around him—the huddled group of people, the level sand, the faint rattle of the toppling wavelets just beyond the speakers, the old, boarded-up beach houses, the hooded and red-blinking installations of Vandenberg Two thrusting up behind him, the dirt cliffs beyond the sea-grass, above all the mild night pressing in from the ends of space and making tiny everything but the globe of Earth and the dark moon and the glittering stars.

It was dark but clear, and the golden and purple beams of the Wanderer rising in its dinosaur face twinkled from black wavelets almost level with the penthouse patio floor and occasionally foaming over it, but the wind from the rotors drove the foam back.

The next moment he dropped off and tumbled in a heap against the balustrade, the wavelets foaming around him.

The ladder fell away from the helicopter and floated on the wavelets like the skeleton of a giant centipede.

Two feet below the eaves, the wavelets glittered richly with the beams from the Wanderer's needle-eye face, which Jake alternately called the Clutching Hand—for the coiled Serpent—and Pie in the Sky—for the Broken Egg.

Beyond the balustrade the wavelets were sinking at a rate almost visible.

She could see the Hultain Marsh squatting on the north shore when the wavelets weren’t riding too high, a dismal snarl of mouldy vegetation sending out eye-smarting streamers of brimstone gases.

And there was a sea about eight kilometres away—it couldn’t be called anything else with its sparkling wavelets and picturesque islands.

He put a hand on each gunwale and started to rock the boat as the cannon-ball’s wavelets broke against the hull.

They floated on the surface and undulated to the wavelets, a pale yellowish green expanse.

The wavelets which rolled alongside were black, and the slight spray that occasionally flew on board was black, and stained the side of the vessel.

For some time the little wavelets beat against the side of the boat, gradually they ceased, and the clear and beautiful water became still.

Then she came from under the wavelets to look up at him for an instant, turning in the ripples to glance sideways at him from half-closed eyes.

Major Smythe was a melancholic who had slid into a drooling fantasy woven around the birds and insects and fish that inhabited the five acres of Wavelets (the name he had given his small villa was symptomatic), its beach, and the coral reef beyond.