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A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning, It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Archive 2007-07-29 2007

It was almost pitchblack now, but she could see the familiar contours of their sprawling old country house just ahead around the corner.

Blood Orange, A Novella Tom Maremaa 2009

A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning, It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Inversnaid by Gerard Manley Hopkins 2007

Although it was still pitchblack when we pulled up to the long brick warehouses, there were so many people gathered around the illuminated counters that it seemed like midday.

Wait Till Next Year Doris Kearns Goodwin 1997

Although it was still pitchblack when we pulled up to the long brick warehouses, there were so many people gathered around the illuminated counters that it seemed like midday.

Wait Till Next Year Doris Kearns Goodwin 1997

It was pitchblack, and things kept biting me and stabbing at me, so I went into the river and found my log and started downstream.

Flinx In Flux Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1988

It was pitchblack, and things kept biting me and stabbing at me, so I went into the river and found my log and started downstream.

Flinx In Flux Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1988

To the MP: "Excuse me," moseying straight over to the wall switch, which he nicks off, Slothrop at once dashing through all the shouting past Birdbury's desk wham into a tall rack of medicines his straw stomach bounces him off of, but which then falls over on somebody else with a stupendous glass crash and scream-on down a pitchblack aisle, arms out to guide him, to the back exit, where he meets Krypton.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

As he continued to watch down the hill, a second and third set of headlights turned onto the pitchblack driveway.

The Season of the Machete Patterson, James, 1947- 1977

As he continued to watch down the hill, a second and third set of headlights turned onto the pitchblack driveway.

The Season Of The Machete Patterson, James, 1947- 1977