pellucid
/pəˈlo͞osəd/
adjective
- translucently clear
- lucid in style or meaning; easily understood
- (of music or other sound) clear and pure in tone
Her lashes, he recalled, were golden red, her eyes pellucid blue.
– Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
/pəˈlo͞osəd/
adjective
Her lashes, he recalled, were golden red, her eyes pellucid blue.
– Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
First Lines:
They always screamed.
My assignment wailed as she slipped in the mud, whipping her head around to see if I was gaining on her.
/məˈlefik/
adjective
Like a malefic kitten with a ball of string, she would tangle his emotions until he lost all distinction between love and hate, joy and sorrow.
– Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
First Lines:
Her satellite made one full orbit around planet Earth every sixteen hours. It was a prison that came with an endlessly breathtaking view — vast blue oceans and swirling clouds and sunrises that set half the world on fire.
/ˈsərfət/
noun
Lazlo enveloped him in a hug, which evidently constituted a surfeit of affection because the old man pushed him off, incensed.
– Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
First Lines:
“Would the defendant please rise.”
This wasn’t an actual question, even though it sounded like one.
/əˈn(y)o͝or/
verb
They still whispered Minya’s words to her, but she had inured herself to them.
– Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
First Lines:
I am an hourglass.
My seventeen years have collapsed and buried me from the inside out.
The sun rose at our backs, pink light gleaming off the city’s slender towers then splintering gold on the waters of the bay. I saw the sprawl of the port, the great ships bobbing in the harbor, and beyond that blue, and blue, and blue again. The sea seemed to go on forever, stretching into an impossibly distant horizon.
– Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone, page 349
Version:
Paperback, 358 pages
Published May 7th 2013 by Square Fish
/ˈpräfləɡət/
adjective
noun
He bought four pair — a profligate quantity of socks — and not only were they not gray, no two pair were even the same color.
– Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer