I'm trying to figure out if the beings of wire and feather, spindle-legged and scarecrowed, are of the same ilk as Madam Terpsichore. ❋ Jacobluest (2010)
Behind me, on his straw, crouched the small, narrow-shouldered, spindle-legged representative of the urt people. ❋ Unknown (2010)
There are filigree flowers, spindle-legged men, miniature berries and delicate boats. ❋ Unknown (2008)
By the bye, who was that spindle-legged, shoe-buckled parson feller we met by now? ❋ Unknown (2006)
And then, at the end of an aisle cluttered with glassy armoires and spindle-legged vanities, dancing under my septuagenarian's eyes and those fixed, spotted lights, I saw -- when I looked again I couldn't mistake it -- this ghost, this small, lost thing, floating like a piece of impossible wreckage toward me. ❋ Unknown (2001)
The delicate silver instruments stood once more on the spindle-legged tables, puffing and whirring serenely. ❋ Rowling, J. K. (2003)
'Cover your faces and take a spray,' Mrs Weasley said to Harry and Ron the moment she saw them, pointing to two more boitles of black liquid standing on a spindle-legged table. ❋ Rowling, J. K. (2003)
Harry roared, and he seized the delicate silver instrument from the spindle-legged table beside him and flung it across the room; it shattered into a hundred tiny pieces against the wall. ❋ Rowling, J. K. (2003)
A straight-backed, spindle-legged chair stood before an escritoire; he picked it up as he passed, carried it to the area before the hearth and set it down, its back to her, and straddled it. ❋ Laurens, Stephanie (2003)
Termites swarmed around a crusty patch in the living room floor, some of the windows were broken, and dried blood crusted the floors from countless drunken brawls—but it was still in better condition than the spindle-legged Kimberly house. ❋ Barbara Robinette Moss (2001)
A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. ❋ Rowling, J. K. (1999)
The long-gone ghosts of the War seemed to gather here in the sad damp of an acrid bog, with the faint scents of marsh-gas and moss blowing in the wind, carrying the faint call of spindle-legged mudwalkers and the sound of bitter voices. ❋ Forward, Eve (1995)
Deep inside the thickets, female moose seek seclusion before giving birth to their spindle-legged calves. ❋ Janine M. Benyus (1989)
She found herself half lying on the little spindle-legged sofa, without knowing how she got there, her head pillowed on a green silken cushion, with Dosia fanning her, while Girard leaned against the little mirrored mantelpiece with set face and contracted brows. ❋ Various (N/A)
