“RAW” in italiano

The raw command in that voice, the utter dominance and power …Nesta froze, fighting it, hating that Fae part of her that bowed to such things.

“Ah, that’s nice,” murmured Jon, speaking in a voice lower than a shout for the first time in two days, touching his bright-red cheeks, worn raw by the force of the wind.

The desert was full of glimmer, the crystallised stuff of raw magic.

There was also one more thing that rubbed raw.

Walking any distance in wet boots is going to rub your feet raw.

In essence, your body is a factory for chemicals, where everything it requires to function is created from the raw materials you ingest—your food and drink.

Since Goodman Mansanio left your employ, we see precious few people from the castle on the land, and it rubs them raw it does.

Narjags, bestial creatures that they were, had feasted upon the raw flesh and then moved on.

They were apt to eat flesh raw when left to their own devices, but they wouldn’t turn down a cooked meal.

The silver fire, that sense of death looming, the raw power he’d witnessed as it blasted into the King of Hybern.

”Rel glanced back at the pile of raw bones and the flies swirling over them.