Sickish

They had a parting that Lemuel's mother would have called sickish without question; but it all seemed heavenly sweet and right. ❋ William Dean Howells (1878)

Len, who's about the size of a freight car, smiles kind of sickish at this, and says he hopes there's no hard feelings among old friends and lodge brothers; and Egbert says, Oh, no! It would just be in the nature of a friendly contest, which he feels very much like having one, since he can be pushed just so far; but Cora says gambling has brutalized him. ❋ Harry Leon Wilson (1903)

As Roy Dillon stumbled out of the shop his face was sickish green, and each breath he drew was an incredible agony. ❋ Unknown (2009)

I have a sickish sense of humor but I think this is time to plan my happy cake. ❋ Unknown (2010)

And now she was lying in bed with a sickish stomach. ❋ Julia DeVillers (2010)

Adams recoiled from the “oily, sickish, slightly fetid odor” he smelled everywhere, and throughout his trip would complain that Japanese women were like cheap dolls—wooden, jerky, mechanical. ❋ Patricia O'Toole (2008)

I'm still feeling sickish but it's moved up to my ears. ❋ Jek-a-go-go (2008)

A sickish-sweet odor drifted down and across Kharl, a scent compounded of something burning, perhaps incense, with something stronger. ❋ Modesitt, L. E. (2004)

His determination to stay in at night during the week did not survive, and a good half of the time he came to work with a splitting, sickish headache and the crowded horror of the morning subway ringing in his ears like an echo of hell. ❋ Unknown (2003)

It only made you feel a little sickish on account of the smell of the wine. ❋ Unknown (2003)

High above, where stars had just waked to wonder what great voyage of elves was about to challenge the sea, the sky had changed from deepest blue to the sickish throbbing green of a wound too long unattended, of flesh rotting. ❋ Berberick, Nancy Varian (2000)

There comes a bowl of beef soup—full of burnt leaves and dirt, sickish enough such to make a Hector spew. ❋ Benson Bobrick (1997)

The hospitals stank of gangrene, the odor assaulting her nostrils long before the doors were reached, a sickish sweet smell that clung to her hands and hair and haunted her in her dreams. ❋ Margaret Mitchell (1996)