Word: paled
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...Zalathal went faster and faster. It seemed as though the staircase would never end. Felicity thought her breasts would spin off into the fiery void of their own accord. And then there was Frederick, only a few feet away, his pale, wan face upturned and shocked, his watery eyes bulging and mouth gaping like a trout, and still Zalathal did not stop. Felicity charged over her husband. She heard the triumphant crunch of bone, the satisfying curtailment of her husband’s prayer as Zalathal’s powerful hoofs crushed his throat...
...lane highway between Srinagar and Muzaffarabad, lined with slim, pale poplar trees and winding past spectacular Himalayan mountains, has witnessed every chapter of the decades-old conflict between India and Pakistan over the divided territory of Kashmir. It was built for commerce: trucks carried apples from the surrounding orchards and handicrafts to markets in undivided India and beyond. Then in the 1990s, it became a highway of hatred, with buses transporting angry young men from Srinagar, capital of the Indian portion of Kashmir, to border towns, where they crossed to militant training camps, many of them in Muzaffarabad, capital...
...October. This cool efficiency endears him to screenwriters (if he likes a script, he shoots it without demanding a million rewrites) and most actors (if he likes Take 1, he prints it and goes to the next scene). Hey, it's only a movie. And often--say, Breezy, Pale Rider, Unforgiven, Million Dollar Baby, Flags of Our Fathers, to skim five off the top--they are movies that have the craft and heart of classic Hollywood, without that musty antique odor...
...brunette—I believe they call her “Blair?”And why, for that matter, do I even know the “Gossip Girl” characters’ names? I’ll never tell... THE 19th WIFE by David Ebershoff A pale, naked woman stares ahead, with only her long, sunflower-hued braid in sharp focus. Her soft skin melts into the yellow-toned background, while a pink blossom in her hair provides the sole variety in color. Again, a mysterious female presented without any particular setting? I guess that?...
...happy. “I am happy,” she said aloud, with a shaky vehemence. “Ecstatic!”Just then, the door to Frederick’s chambers opened and her husband came tra-la-la-ing down the hall, as slender and pale as a maiden. He saw Felicity and paused, his eyes filled with a sweetness that Felicity had never seen.“I hope you are enjoying your tryst with that nitwit of a biddy with her skirts hiked up about her waist,” said Felicity...