black-grey

He climbed on top of her and he forged me with those black-grey fists, all rimed with the fine dust of metals and hot ash.

Excerpt from Pompeii ii 2010

About my age, in his late forties or early fifties, he was tall for a Chinese man, and almost bald, with a small fringe of black-grey hair around his ears.

Asimov's Science Fiction 2005

By the road under the hill were black-grey adobe huts, like boxes, and fowls running about, and brown pigs or grey pigs spotted with black careered and grunted, and half-naked children, dark orange-brown, trotted or lay flat on their faces in the road, their little naked posteriors hunched up, fast asleep.

The Plumed Serpent 2003

She was an archaeologist, and she had studied the Aztec remains so long, that now some of the black-grey look of the lava rock, and some of the experience of the Aztec idols, with sharp nose and slightly prominent eyes and an expression of tomb-like mockery, had passed into her face.

The Plumed Serpent 2003

An artillery officer on the Lesser Arapile saw the case-shot leave the smoke, he saw it as the faintest trace of a grey pencil-like line in the air and then it exploded, just over the far edge of the Greater Arapile, and it was a black-grey air burst shot through with deep red and the ground beneath and ahead of the explosion was spattered by the lead balls and the shattered casing.

Sharpe's Sword Cornwell, Bernard 1983

An artillery officer on the Lesser Arapile saw the case-shot leave the smoke, he saw it as the faintest trace of a grey pencil-like line in the air and then it exploded, just over the far edge of the Greater Arapile, and it was a black-grey air burst shot through with deep red and the ground beneath and ahead of the explosion was spattered by the lead balls and the shattered casing.

Sharpe's Sword Cornwell, Bernard 1983

On the screens of the visual monitoring system there was merely a black-grey spread without contours or details.

The Ghosts of Gol Mahr, Kurt 1976

The sodden tents hung dankly, black-grey in the gusty, rainy morning.

From Capetown to Ladysmith An Unfinished Record of the South African War G. W. Steevens

Dawn the next morning was heralded by only a thin line of red parting the masses of black-grey snow clouds which still hung low down in the east.

The Great Impersonation Oppenheim, E. Phillips 1920

I do not know how the artist, whose resources were of the slenderest, contrived to get his overwhelming but fascinating effect of moorland solitude, of black-grey nakedness and abiding gloom.

The Three Brontes Sinclair, May 1912