Sentences with phrase «crackling under»

Tempers have become as combustible as the brittle leaves crackling under the cruel sun that glowers over Jane Harper's debut thriller, The Dry, narrated by Stephen Shanahan in a strong, evocative Aussie accent.

When a letter arrived from India, she slept with it for nights, a faint crackling under her pillow.

We could only hear the snow crackling under our feet.

The bread was also baked to perfection; golden brown crust that crackled under the knife as each slice of airy bread fell to the cutting board.

Electronically - controlled valves close off two pipes at lower engine speeds, then open up to unleash the full - blown hellish din at full throttle and crackles under deceleration.

Not exact matches

All the talk of certain modern schools of theology about the lost condition of man apart from God would have been to the Hebrew thinker just so much crackling of thorns under a pot.

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Think crackling fires, slow - cooked rustic stews and the crunch of morning frost under foot.

In theory, chicken under a brick is a brilliant idea: Put a whole spatchcocked bird flat on the grill, weigh the whole thing down with a couple of foil - wrapped bricks for speedy cooking and maximum surface area for crisping, then grill until the skin is crackling and the meat is juicy.

But don't worry, they still have the familiar brown sugar and butter crumb of a thick, slightly under baked cookie, the melted pockets of chocolate chips, and a crackled crust with that classic golden sheen.

Two blue chip clubs, a crackling atmosphere under the floodlights, two teams who've done well in the league this season and two young managers who are going places.

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After a crisp fall day full of adventures, there's nothing better than cozying up at home under some toasty blankets beside a crackling fire and playing games or having a movie night with popcorn and apple cider.

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Then there's trembling, reawakened Esti, staring meaningfully at Ronit, allowing their hands to brush when they stand next to each other, stealing a kiss under a broken streetlight that suddenly crackles to life like God's all - seeing eye.

With Gaspar Noe's Enter The Void, Michael Rowe's Camera d'Or winner Leap Year, UK indie apocalypse film Monsters, Aussie rom - com The Wedding Party and a four feature tribute to cinematographer Jack Cardiff (including Hitchcock goes Down Under in Under Capricorn), BIFF 2010 has, as Moore so eloquently put it, «snap, crackle, pop, kick, bite and relevance».

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An Under the Dome that crackled with realistic rural Maine flavor — with subtitles to translate the accents and everything — could be a lot of fun.

The titanium exhaust, however, does give the M4 GTS an entirely different sonic character to the base model with a loud, crackling exhaust note under full throttle.

Under constant throttle, the soundtrack is mellow saxophone with a light, crackling percussion joining in on the overrun.

The Peugeot also enjoy middling to high revs, but doesn't seem to pack the same punch or aural drama as the Renault, which crackles on the overrun and thrusts under full acceleration.

Although the new V6 isn't a patch on its symphonic atmo V8 forebear under rising revs, it has its own addictive soundtrack in the heady upshift blarts and a repertoire of crackling explosions on overrun.

Accelerating out of pitlane (the six - speed manual is an agreeably slick - shifting unit, and having three pedals really suits the character of this car) the added poke is evident from the outset, even though under throttle the sound quality from the bigger - bore exhaust system isn't hugely different from lesser Golf GTIs (there are far more pops and crackles on the overrun though).

With crackling prose that she delivered so brilliantly in her debut collection of short stories, Battleborn, Watkins yanks the ground out from under our feet, exposing us to every vulnerability that this story so resolutely delivers.

Lourdes flips tin at the cop standing guard and ducks under the tape, not liking the way her trousers crackle with the bend.

The world she created is so vivid and enchanting, you can smell the pines and feel the mud under your bare feet and the air crackling with magic, your

Guests are welcome to bring their own refreshments and braai facilities are available for a crackling fire under the star - studded Karoo sky.

Solo exhibitions include «Fire Tale», curated by Joseph R. Wolin at Four Gallery in Dublin, Ireland, 2007; «Wading Under a Crackling Sky», curated by Glenn Ligon at CUE Art Foundation in New York City (2007); and «The Evening Canopy and the Sunset Hour» at Mercer Union in Toronto (2006).

Her works make solid and tangible the air under household tables, below kitchen chairs, between the racks of books in a library; it is the stale oxygen of long - abandoned homes; or the peculiar, crackling and musty interiors of chicken sheds.

In Greenland, I scattered her ashes amongst crackling ice diamonds, on the towering peak of one of earth's oldest stones and under the green glow of northern lights.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

We all miss those vacations where we did nothing but leave the windows open to the beach and gazed longingly into the lapping surf, or slept under the stars while camping and listening to the crickets, or sang Christmas carols in front of a crackling

, but it is fun to start imagining the cool nights under the toasty covers and a crackling fire once again.

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