Sentence examples for has been charred from inspiring English sources
Only the air has been charred not with devastation but with hatred.
'But it's scaled up, just like everything in St Moritz; it's just that bit bigger than it should be.' Sachs has one in his own sitting room that has been charred to commission by Maarten Baas, the Dutch doyen of burnt furniture.
The house appears to have been destroyed some time after the city's fall around 280; a mosaic depicting Cupids feeding birds with grain has been charred by what appears to have been a fire burning directly on top of it, perhaps resulting from the building being taken over by squatters who used the mosaic as the site of a hearth.
If the heavy smoke happens near the end of the burn, and most wood has been charred but there is still some wood remaining, it could be that the position of the primary air hole does not provide sufficient air to reach the unburned wood.
He said the embassy vehicle had been "charred and mangled".
More victims followed: someone whose legs had been charred black, another man with a foot full of metal shrapnel, a third with white bone shining through the thigh.
Broccoli, crisp and juicy from having been charred, raw, on the griddle top, arrives with hon shimeji mushrooms and — surprisingly — chicken livers puréed with cognac.
By dawn on Saturday, more than a dozen additional cars had been charred in different neighborhoods, again, it appeared, because they were underneath or near people's homes, according to Capt.
Less clear was whether the beam had been charred after the collapse, as it lay in the pile of burning rubble, or whether it had been engulfed in the fire that led to the building's collapse, which would provide a more telling clue.
In our study area 41% of the kelos had been charred reflecting past fires in the landscape (Lehtonen and Kolström 2000).
As a modern man whose dreams and ambitions have been charred to a cinder by the vagaries of time and circumstance and whose life has been reduced to hours of overtime interspersed with a few moments of stolen sleep and, if my ulcerous stomach can handle it, the sweet oblivion of drink, I find myself drawn to this iPad app, called Nursery Rhymes Storytime.
