The rain and wind paused, and an acrid smell like burning wire filled the air.
Ben Mikaeslen -- Touching Spirit Bear
On the other hand, if they are left on the heat too long, most of the beans will be burned, which will make the chocolate bitter and acrid.
Laura Esquivel -- Like Water for Chocolate
...it swept so closely over me as to fan me with its acrid breath.
Edgar Allan Poe -- The Pit and the Pendulum
Despair hung in the air like the smoke from the Map Room, thick and acrid.
James Dashner -- The Maze Runner
The acrid smell of electricity permeated the air.
James Dashner -- The Scorch Trials
Its side mirror smacks him painfully in the ribs before the car screeches to a halt, sending the acrid stench of burned rubber up his nostrils.
Neal Shusterman -- Unwind
I waited for the police first in the kitchen, but the acrid smell of the burnt teakettle was curling up in the back of my throat, underscoring my need to retch, so I drifted out on the front porch, sat on the top stair, and willed myself to be calm.
Gillian Flynn -- Gone Girl
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The air bag deployed, spreading white dust and the acrid scent of gunpowder throughout the car.
Nicholas Sparks -- The Longest Ride
Her books were in her bedroom, but Eleanor didn’t want to open the door and let out any more acrid air —so she just left.
Rainbow Rowell -- Eleanor & Park
It’s probably my overactive imagination, but do I detect the acrid, metallic smell of gunpowder?
Rick Yancey -- The 5th Wave
There was a surreal moment where it was no longer the hollow who was holding Emma but Emma who was holding the hollow, the thing writhing and shrieking below us, the acrid smoke of its burned flesh filling our noses, until finally we had to shout at her to let go, and Emma’s eyes flew open again and she seemed to remember where she was and pulled her hands apart.
Ransom Riggs -- Hollow City
I was also hoping I’d get used to the smell—a strange, acrid stink like the supply closet in a chemistry classroom—but no such luck.
Ransom Riggs -- Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
Their smiles went sour as the room filled with the sweet, acrid smell of rotting flowers and burning hair.
Patrick Rothfuss -- The Name of the Wind
The acrid smells of overheated machinery and gun smoke fill my lungs.
Susan Ee -- Angelfall
The air, still and muggy, held the scents of coffee and patisserie and the acrid tang of someone’s cigarettes.
Jojo Moyes -- Me Before You
Meg’s tone was as acrid as the volcanic gas of Delphi.
Rick Riordan -- The Trials of Apollo
I stood up stiffly, my eyes tearing from the acrid smoke, and looked out across the cotton to the slope, barely visible in the smoggish dawn.
Mildred D. Taylor -- Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry
When I close my eyes, I hear Maisie’s cries and Mam’s screams, smell the acrid smoke, feel the heat of the fire on my skin, and heave upright on my pallet in the Schatzmans’ parlor, soaked in a cold sweat.
Christina Baker Kline -- Orphan Train
The acrid smoke and its pervasive smell made me sick to my stomach.
Ji-Li Jiang -- Red Scarf Girl
The room was filled with an acrid, burnt smell.
Joshua Davis -- Spare Parts
The acrid smell of burning cotton fills the kitchen.
Anthony Doerr -- All the Light We Cannot See
I have no choice but to take a few mouthfuls—tasting, as I do, the acrid sting of medication.
Lauren Oliver -- Delirium
Eight acrid and overflowing toilets served the entire room; to reach them we had to crawl not only over our own bedmates but over those on the other platforms between us and the closest aisle, always at the risk of adding too much weight to the already sagging slats and crashing down on the people beneath.
Corrie Ten Boom -- The Hiding Place
Pockets of acrid smoke bubbled up under my skin, until it felt like I was about to burst open.
Alexandra Bracken -- The Darkest Minds
He was happy to be my guide in these matters; and indeed, after years of that Portuguese stuff in Africa, white and meaningless or red and acrid, the range of wines in London was a small daily excitement for me.
V.S. Naipaul -- A Bend in the River
I shook my head and returned to the window, inhaling the brown chemical, acrid breaths of the distant blaze.
William Styron -- Sophie’s Choice
Her lemony scent turned acrid, as if she were starting to burn.
Rick Riordan -- The Blood of Olympus
Days earlier it had tasted acrid, offensive, but now it was almost smooth, whispering kindly to him, my friend, my friend, as he finished the first dose.
Dave Eggers -- A Hologram for the King
The light was all wrong, and so was the air: acrid and sharp, a chemical fog that burned my throat.
Donna Tartt -- The Goldfinch
He could smell acrid fear and panic even through the wood.
Cassandra Clare -- City of Lost Souls
The acrid smell of the glue fills the air.
Sonia Nazario -- Enrique’s Journey
The ground heaved, and the air whooshed around, carrying an acrid smell.
Laura Hillenbrand -- Unbroken
The floor was loud, the smell, acrid and nauseating.
Warren St. John -- Outcasts United
I smell something acrid and unpleasant on his breath.
Veronica Roth -- Divergent
The air becomes acrid with the smoke of the guns and the fog.
Erich Maria Remarque -- All Quiet on the Western Front
Harry, three beds away, caught the acrid smell of burnt plastic.
J.K. Rowling -- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
He rubbed his cheek along his forearm, smelling the acrid scent of salt and sweat and the staleness of dirt.
William Golding -- Lord of the Flies
An acrid smoke fills the air, which is not the best remedy for someone trying to regain the ability to breathe.
Suzanne Collins -- The Hunger Games
The place was dim, and the acrid smell of beer I’d always disliked permeated the walls.
Khaled Hosseini -- The Kite Runner
The acrid smell of the dark-yellow pee blended into the fragrance of the cereal.
Rudolfo Anaya -- Bless Me, Ultima
This ball had an acrid and penetrating odor.
Alexandre Dumas -- The Count of Monte Cristo
She possessed affections, too, though hitherto acrid and disagreeable, as are the richest flavours of unripe fruit.
Nathaniel Hawthorne -- The Scarlet Letter
The taste was acrid, but it wasn’t that.
Yann Martel -- Life of Pi
Inside, the house was darker than charcoal, an acrid smell heavy in the air.
Christopher Paolini -- Eragon
For several minutes I sat dumbstruck, staring at the wreckage of the tent’s once-graceful form amid the acrid scent of singed hair and melted nylon.
Jon Krakauer -- Into the Wild
As I entered, however, my fears were set at rest, for it was the acrid fumes of strong coarse tobacco which took me by the throat and set me coughing.
Arthur Conan Doyle -- The Hound of the Baskervilles
Then they were gone, leaving behind a faint odor of decay, and banging acrid smoke.