From base to summit all seemed gray, barren, silent, its glorious chaparral appearing like dry moss creeping over its dull, wrinkled ridges and hollows.
I was nothing like these women, with their glowing peach-colored limbs and their uncreasable dresses, their tales of impossible nannies and holidays in the Bahamas.
" I really don't think—Oh, hello there." There's rustling over the phone, the crinkling of a wrapper, and some heavy snuffling that sounds distinctly doglike.
This broad and comparatively shallow glacier formed a sort of crawling, wrinkled ice-cloud, that gradually became more regular in shape and river-like as it grew older.
Making sure that we've got the wrinkling working well, how the muzzle inflates, how still he is when he says his line, sometimes that isn't a dead translation.
They sent for me last. The realization made her almost too angry for words. And Pycelle runs off to send a message rather than soil his soft, wrinkled hands. The man is useless.