wizened

On this day, I think back to an interview I conducted several years ago with a tiny, wizened woman named Tran Thi Nhut.

As one wizened figure in The Dragon-Song Chronicle puts it, “Magic is not the only power in this world.”

She sighs exasperatedly and dispenses surprisingly lucid advice like a wizened old veteran.

This year, though, things were different: Retailers wizened up to the freebie-game—and found new ways for visitors to shop.

While no one was looking, Darth Vader has been replaced by a wizened, if still ornery, Grandpa Munster.

One was a little wizened man who seemed, for all his apparent age, extremely agile.

In the midst of the meal the officer reappeared, ushering in a small wizened-faced individual of unmistakably English appearance.

A wizened old Malay, with a crooked back and bereft of one eye, rose and shook a spear venomously.

His face looked old and wizened and haunted from the strain.

I looked more closely, and saw the wizened little old hunter who had shot Broken-Tooth out of the tree years before.