racketing

"How could we not be, with the racketing across the moor?"

"How are we supposed to sleep with this racketing?"

I found myself nodding, as if in time to the racketing of the gamelan, and stopped angrily.

The night was silent, except for a jarringly out-of-season racketing of summer insects.

I cranked down the driver's side window and tilted my head, listening for the distant racketing of the motorcycle in the still night air.

I do hate to be so fractious," and Rose rubbed the forehead that ached with too much racketing.

Waking abruptly to the racketing of insects, he quickly surveyed the night-world about him before he moved.

He sent the passenger craft plummeting a thousand feet into the racketing, wind-blasting roar of the chasm.

A small square of brilliantly woven cloth from Diana, whose looms punctuated the soft morning with their steady racketing.

His ears had been battered and deafened by the racketing of the engine, and only now was his hearing slowly returning to normal.

Dakar's reply unraveled into oaths as the gelding's racketing shy sallied the width of the roadway.

The sounds filling their night carried little definition: intrusive racketing, partly mechanical, partly squeaks and wails and hisses.

The pod made its racketing, sluggish way around the bend . . . and there it stood, the lava wall, no more than a kilometer downstream.

All of this racketing around with has-beens and yet-to-bes, filming on rented sets in disused warehouses, ought to have been doomed to failure, even laughed off the screen.

Her new novel, "The Gangster of Love," also begins in the Philippines - but soon exports its racketing, jittery energy to San Francisco and then to New York.

Forsooth, it well becomes her to go racketing about my House at midnight, popping into her Daughter's room through the Keyhole, and frightening the poor Child out of her wits!

After a few minutes, they spotted lights and the glow of torches and a single small campfire, then heard the racketing burr of a portable generator and voices loud in the hollow of the night.

Crofts heard himself releasing all his pent-up hate in reckless euphoria as he at last stood his ground; the Uzi racketing and shuddering and the cordite smoke acrid and whirling around him before being snatched by the howling winds of Marauder's race.

Houses and inns rubbed shoulders with stables and taverns, in a noisy jumble with a blacksmith's clanging hammer on an anvil here and the racketing of a rugweaver's looms there, and everywhere, it seemed, coopers hammering bands on tight barrels for transporting salt.