What is "wraithlike"

Usage examples of "wraithlike".

The mist clung thick and loving to both forms, so that both StarDrifter and Axis, equal distances from her now, seemed ethereal, wraithlike, in the forest.

The Skraelings had almost completely abandoned their wraithlike forms once they came through the cracks.

Myra was a wraithlike figure, pressed against one end of the wrought iron bench.

She tried to penetrate the cone, but some mystic aura made it impervious even to her wraithlike form.

They would be moving about wraithlike, just as you presented Lear in the storm scene.

The withered, wraithlike visitor was carrying a shiny box that seemed half her size, and people shrunk away from her.

Thin and frail, and yet beautiful with a fragile and wraithlike beauty, she was no longer a child, and yet she was hardly a woman.

Because there was no wind and the air lay heavy and humid, wraithlike streamers of smoke from these fires stretched out along the shoreline, screening willow scrub and sapling poplars.

Steel sheared through the wraithlike figures with the sickening feel of clinging jelly-gristle-boned, repulsive substance whose consistency suggested an unthinkable congealment of noxious mist.

When a wraithlike Kalender suddenly rose behind a fallen tree only ten feet from Gabe struggling to reload, Blohm's stinger cut the Spook in half.

Silver mist lay in pockets of low ground, retreated in wraithlike streamers up along the ridges.

Three weeks before the shooting of Melvin Riggs, John Reddy was driving his glaring acid-green Cadillac north on the Millersport Highway when a carload of stoned guys in their twenties from South Buffalo drew up dangerously close behind him in a black Trans Am, yelling insults, hitting the horn in an effort to goad John Reddy into racing with them, but John Reddy wasn't in mood and gave them the finger and the Trans Am retaliated by almost ramming his rear bumper, the two cars traveling at about seventy an hour on the three-lane highway, across which thin, wraithlike streams snow were being blown, John Reddy sped up to try to escape, but of this was what the driver of the Trans Am wanted, now swinging around to pass the Cadillac close as if to sideswipe it, the two cars along, shuddering in the wind, as other vehicles braked, swerved to avoid them, fled bumping and bouncing onto the shoulders of the road.

Uncle JC stood in the doorway watching the old man hobble wraithlike to the side-car motorcycle, straddle it, grip the handlebars, kick the starting crank, and roar off in a thunder of exhaust to disappear down the alder grove lane beyond the Slough bridge.