“CURSES” in italiano

Rew smacked his fist against the rock outcropping that hid them, issuing a foul string of curses.

Half a dozen miners were playing some game that involved dozens of chips of stone and a lot of bellows and curses followed by embarrassed looks at the women in the party.

He got down on his knees and followed the first blow with a second, then a third, pummelling away and snarling incoherent curses until the god of wine and drama’s head was a smoking mess.

Cassian strode toward the shut double doors, reining in a string of curses.

“A puncture from a spear, I think,” said Rew, talking over a continuous litany of curses from Raif as the boy writhed in pain.

Spitting curses at Rew, he tugged on the silver framework beneath the floating crystal, moving a strand of wire slightly toward him.

She didn’t know what Belli had meant by that but his face had said it wasn’t a good thing, as if he’d put some sort of curse on her even though it had saved her life from poison twice now – a curse that struck her as peculiarly benign, as curses went.

He then flung a string of curses to the heavens and went into the bar.