acid

adjective / as-id / acidic / acidly / acidness / nonacid / preacid (Emotions) a way of speaking that causes irritation or discomfort (Seeing) extremely vibrant, possibly irritating, in color (Smelling) violently pungent odor (Tasting) sour in flavor (Touching) leaving a stain As Harry and Ron rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragons roar, a witch leapt out from behind them. It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill […]

ambrosial

adjective / am-broh-zhuhl / ambrosialy / ambrosian (Smelling) having a luscious fragrance worthy of the gods; positively divine!(Tasting) extremely pleasant and delicious flavor(Hearing) exceptionally harmonious to the ear Some time later, although Walter couldn’t have guessed how long if he’d been paid to do so, he became aware of a warm, spicy, almost ambrosial smell. Christa Faust (The Zodiac Paradox)

dwindled

verb / dwin-dl / dwindle / dwindling to gradually diminish in size and splendor The fire that we kindled,A beacon by night,When darkness has dwindledGrows pale in the light. George William Russell (Truth)

grotesque

adjectives / groh-tesk / grotesques / grotesquely / grotesqueness fantasically bizarre If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being […]

heath

noun / heeth / heaths a wasteland of poor soil where only heather grows I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

lea

noun / lee / leas an open pasture laid fallow for grazing When I was a child I grew up by the River Lea. There was something in the water, now that something’s in me. Oh I can’t go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips. I can’t go back to the river. Adele (River Lea)