“BLACK” in italiano

The narjag’s black blood had splattered across the singed flesh of the rabbits, and Rew hadn’t been able to eat since then.

The camp of the modalmen was a collection of black dots on the pale mud of the lake bed; they went to and fro between their tents, smaller than fleas.

The wooden floor was broken through almost everywhere, and right beneath was earth, sometimes muddy, sometimes dry, but always infested with rats, scorpions, little venomous black spiders, and centipedes.

Cassian forced himself to sit perfectly still as Rhys dragged a hand through his black hair.

Anger flashed in the spellcaster’s eyes, and ale spilled down the front of his silver-embroidered black robes.

It was a clear day, and Rel guessed he could probably see for two hundred miles or more, but the human eye lacked the strength to make use of the mountain’s height, and long before the horizon the black desert blended into one, unbroken declivity of uncertain angle, dark grey in the bright light of the sun.

She took off her black clothes and threw them down, and felt the skin already beginning to peel, to split, but it was not like it had ever been before.

She wrapped black silk across her eyes, the silk that let her see through the eyes of her little enchanted glass dragon, and waited to see what would happen.

Sand had crept into his ill-fitting too-tight black silks too.

He’d asked her to wake him when a black truck with a DESERT ADVENTURES logo arrived.

Above each door a figure was written in black paint so that each shack could be identified.