Outside the area of fighting, the landscape was the same as it had been all the way north - sickly greens, poisoned yellows.

Unlike the sickly green of the armed choppers, this one was painted all white, with the sky-blue insignia of the International Peacekeeping Force stenciled on its sides.

When he looked up, the sky was a swirl of ugly colors, the red of drying blood, and bruise-purple, and the sickly green of an infected wound.

Beyond the river to the west were small ponds fringed with yellowish reeds and linked by patches of sickly greens and orangish-browns.

Secca glanced to the dark and misshapen trees, and then to the sickly greens of the bogs and swamps.

The floor, the sickly green of baby vomit, carried the grime and scars of decades of wear.

The sun sat low on the horizon, shimmering sickly green through the foul atmosphere making long shadows and heat for the ant coming up the dune to kill him.

It was a sickly green wasn't it?

All the walls were painted a sickly green: the same colour, thought Marie, as mushy peas.

Night was gathering over the shapeless lands before them; the sickly green of them was fading to a sullen brown.