Crossword-Solution: FLECKED
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Flecked | imp. & p. p. | of Fleck |
We have 15 clues for the answer “FLECKED”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Like a strawberry roan's coat | 1 answer |
| Marked or dotted with color | 1 answer |
| freaked | 3 answers |
| Splashed. | 4 answers |
| speckled | 11 answers |
| dotted | 15 answers |
| freckled | 16 answers |
| Pinto | 17 answers |
| Dappled | 18 answers |
| blotchy | 19 answers |
| Streaked | 19 answers |
| Mottled | 29 answers |
| Spotted | 39 answers |
| Variegated | 42 answers |
| Marked | 76 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
An inflammatory disease of the skin, characterized by the
presence of redness and itching, an eruption of small vesicles, and the
discharge of a watery exudation, which often dries up, leaving the skin
covered with crusts; -- called also tetter, milk crust, and salt rheum.
Hint 2 anagram
MEACEZ
Hint 3 another clue
eruption
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Sentences with FLECKED (5)
Hidden in the alder-bushes, There he waited till the deer came, Till he saw two antlers lifted, Saw two eyes look from the thicket, Saw two nostrils point to windward, And a deer came down the pathway, Flecked with leafy light and shadow.
The sun had gone down a glowing copper disk, and the fleecy clouds in the east were a burning rose-color, flecked with gold.
Their leaps and bounds increased, their bared fangs dripped saliva, and their lips and breasts were flecked with foam.
With foam-flecked lips and bared fangs the mad sun-worshiper battled with the tenfold power of the maniac.
Powerful fingers held the mighty fangs from his own flesh, or clenched and beat with the power of a steam-hammer upon the snarling, foam-flecked face of his adversary.
Quotes with FLECKED (3)
I have come to see this fear, this sense of my own imperilment by my creations, as not only an inevitable, necessary part of writing fiction but as virtual guarantor, insofar as such a thing is possible, of the power of my work: as a sign that I am on the right track, that I am following the recipe correctly, speaking the proper spells. Literature, like magic, has always been about the handling of secrets, about the pain, the destruction and the marvelous liberation that can …
I could have screamed, but I didn't. I could have fought, but I didn't. I just lay there and let it happen, wathcing the winter-white sky go gray above me. One wolf prodded his nose into my hand and agianst my cheek, casting a shadow along my face. His yellow eyes looked into mine as the other wolves moved me this way and that. I held onto those eyes for as long as I could. Yellow. And, up close, flecked brillantly with every shade of gold and hazel. I didn't want him to look…
As for fairy tales, he understood that they were reflections of the people who had spun them, and were flecked with little truths - intrusions of reality into fantasy, like toast crumbs on a wizard's beard.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: CrosSynergy, NYT.
Used 3 times in crossword archives (1994–2012).