elf-locks

In response, she smiles, in mischief or malice, lifting her head, and I see more hair tangled in elf-locks.

Old clothes, bread, cream and butter. Mann Kashdan 2009

  In response, she smiles, in mischief or malice, lifting her head, and I see more hair tangled in elf-locks.

Old clothes, bread, cream and butter. 2009

The hair of his head, uncut and uncombed, descended in elf-locks, and mingled with a beard of extravagant length.

Count Robert of Paris 2008

She had hair of a brindled colour, betwixt black and grey, which was apt to escape in elf-locks from under her mutch when she was thrown into violent agitation — long skinny hands, terminated by stout talons — grey eyes, thin lips, a robust person, a broad, though flat chest, capital wind, and a voice that could match a choir of fishwomen.

Saint Ronan's Well 2008

The foremast was gone, the main-yard sprung, the rigging hanging in elf-locks, the hull shot through and through in twenty places, the deck strewn with the bodies of nine good men, beside sixteen wounded down below; while the pitiless sun, right above their heads, poured down a flood of fire upon a sea of glass.

Westward Ho! 2007

The face glared at them, but made no answer; in a second or two afterwards, another, that of a young lad, appeared beside the first, equally swart and begrimed, but having tangled black hair, descending in elf-locks, which gave an air of wildness and ferocity to the whole expression of the countenance.

The Heart of Mid-Lothian 2007

His horned helmet had fallen from his head and his elf-locks blew in the wind that swept out of the west.

Wings in the Night Howard, Robert E. 2006

Her black hair, which escaped in uncombed elf-locks from under her coif, as well as the strange and embarrassed look with which she regarded us, gave me the idea of a witch disturbed in the midst of her unlawful rites.

Rob Roy 2005

A long beard, as white as snow, hung down on his breast, and mingled with bushy, uncombed, grizzled hair, which hung in elf-locks around his wild and staring visage.

Old Mortality 2004

As he spoke, the two smokers approached; shaggy, uncombed ruffians, whose enormous mustaches were turned back over their ears, and mingled with the wild elf-locks of their hair, much of which was seen under the old beavers which they wore aside upon their heads, while some straggling portion escaped through the rents of the hats aforesaid.

The Fortunes of Nigel 2004