grewsome

He could steal and forage to perfection; he had an instinct that was positively grewsome for divining when work was to be done and for making a sneak accordingly; and for getting lost and not staying lost he was nothing short of inspired.

That Spot 2010

One is not even made wet by the rain nor cold by the frost; while death, instead of stalking about grewsome and accidental, becomes a prearranged pageant, moving along a well-oiled groove to the family vault, where the hinges are kept from rusting and the dust from the air is swept continually away.

THE UNEXPECTED 2010

He grewsome USU-Apogee dwarf wheat in three cycles of 23 days so he could try to determine the effects of microgravity on the plant.

Lostronaut: Plants. In. Spaaaaaaaaace! 2008

The second part of the poem is grewsome reading at best, with its weltering corpses and torrents of blood.

The Nibelungenlied 2007

Especially the world would cease to be the unclean slaughter-house of peaceful creatures, a grewsome larder set forth for the gratification of gluttony, and would become a fair garden, sacred to hygiene and the pleasure of the eye.

The End of Books 2006

His voice was hoarse and his unkempt head only added to its grewsome quality.

Sister Carrie 2004

Beneath the trees grewsome kind of lush, wet, bushy vegetation with silver-lit leaves and stems here and there.

War and Peace 2003

Since _The New York Times Book Review_ very unjustly raised a question of the authorship of "Derelict," it has been my privilege to read the really remarkable correspondence that has reached Mr. Allison from men all over the country who have been treasuring newspaper clippings of perverted versions of the poem out of pure admiration for its classical lines and the bold portrayal of a grewsome story.

The Dead Men's Song Being the Story of a Poem and a Reminiscent Sketch of its Author Young Ewing Allison Champion Ingraham Hitchcock

The sparkling wavelets sported and capered with their grewsome burden, sometimes dashing it against some stray log, again bearing it far across the river as if purposely assisting it to elude its pursuer.

The Adventures of Piang the Moro Jungle Boy A Book for Young and Old Florence Partello Stuart

A drizzling rain was still falling; great hairy-legged spiders skated over the water, making things grewsome; the large lily-pad leaves moved suspiciously, so Kali gave the orders to camp for the rest of the night.

The Adventures of Piang the Moro Jungle Boy A Book for Young and Old Florence Partello Stuart