whitish-red

Strands of whitish-red hair poked out from under an amorphously shaped hat made out of the same material.

SERPENT CLIVE CUSSLER 2000

Strands of whitish-red hair poked out from under an amorphously shaped hat made out of the same material.

SERPENT CLIVE CUSSLER 2000

He does not know what the disease is, only that flickers of an ugly whitish-red permeate the child.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Dorrin watches his father's face go blank, knowing Oran strains to find any sense of the whitish-red of chaos.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Dorrin tries to drink in the herbs around him, but the nibbling whitish-red of root-rot in the brinn gnaws at him, disrupting his concentration.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Even before the animal got to me my stomach turned, and the beast seemed to glow in a whitish-red fire underneath its wool.

The Magic of Recluce Modesitt, L. E. 1991

Patches of varying size and form, sharply limited by a kind of small, peripheral "dike," sinuous but uninterrupted, of a color varying from red to whitish-red, dirty white, and to a hue but little different from that of the healthy skin.

Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine 1896

Patches of varying size and form, sharply limited by a kind of small, peripheral ` ` dike, '' sinuous but uninterrupted, of a color varying from red to whitish-red, dirty white, and to a hue but little different from that of the healthy skin.

Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine 1896

And perhaps there was one there who, looking alternately at the bright-eyed bride who sat beside him, and at that basket of wild roses, red, and white, and pink, and whitish-red and whitish-pink, may have said to himself that there was no red one there half so red as her lips, and no white one half so white as her clear and shining soul.

The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols William Black 1869

Dorrin takes a deep breath, then casts his senses to the winds " and reels in his tracks, barely withdrawing into himself at the swirling patterns of whitish-red that seem to fill the entire valley, that seem to twist and tear at his whole being.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994