snow-light

The father of one stunning dead Swedish girl, had a perfect nose, white-blond hair, a movie hunk and I mean this guy was like walking sex feeling, the women in the theater needed to suck popcorn when he walked on screen, his snow-light hair, ultra-kind glasses, and square everything and brewed coffee-colored eyes, probably smelled like male-musk.

The Agonizingly Beautiful Noses of Norwegians Meg Pokrass 2011

Hang the pictures, plant the lemon basil, festoon the ungainly trees with twinkling lights that shimmer in the snow-light, just. for the night.

Repossessed 2009

It was dark under the hemlock boughs, but my eyes were adapted enough to be able to see patches of the oddly glowing snow-light through the screen of needles overhead.

Drums of Autumn Gabaldon, Diana 1997

Each day I could see the white descending; till one morning, as in my childhood, I opened my eyes to the snow-light.

The Persian Boy Renault, Mary 1972

I was haunted by those scornful eyeholes, and by a youth whom only my mind's eye had seen, climbing the slopes of Etna with the snow-light on his upturned face.

The Mask of Apollo Renault, Mary, 1905-1983 1966

They were strong and hardy fellows, and although frost covered their clothing and hung in icicles about their faces, they ran contentedly behind the dog-teams in the semi-darkness, as only the snow-light remained.

A Woman who went to Alaska May Kellogg Sullivan

It seemed just right that she should appear then, for in her face were all three, -- the shadowy twilight, the soft moonlight, and the white snow-light.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 78, April, 1864 Various

One evening, during my second week at the Brewsters ', I sat long at my chamber-window, watching the fading twilight, the growing moonlight, and the steady snow-light.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 78, April, 1864 Various

By noon the room was as murky as dish-water, and Stanton lay and fretted in the messy, sudsy snow-light like a forgotten knife or spoon until the janitor wandered casually in about three o'clock and wrung a piercing little wisp of flame out of the electric-light bulb over the sick man's head, and raised him clumsily out of his soggy pillows and fed him indolently with a sad, thin soup.

Molly Make-Believe Eleanor Hallowell Abbott 1915

The room was quiet, and almost dark, save for the snow-light outside, and the flickering flame of the fire, that danced over the "Sleeping Beauty's" face and touched the Fair One's golden locks with ruddier glory.

The Birds' Christmas Carol Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin 1889