All is Lost |
| no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
| 1 | A Woman holding a mask | I've gathered masks as I've grown old; one golden face is what I hold |
| 2 | A Man with a monocle | I'm a gentleman of upper class, with one lone eye behind round glass |
| 3 | A Painter | Upon my board mixed colors stand; you'd find a brush in my unseenhand |
| 4 | A Dog | Under glow of the moon, I'm a being with bark; a pet who oft pants, beneath master's knee I am parked |
| 5 | A Woman reading a book | With ribbon tied about my neck, across a page my two eyes trek |
| 6 | A Stitched Fox design | I'm a cunning orange critter with a long bushy tail; I'm stitched where you'd sit, when your weary feet fail |
| 7 | Two girls holing hands | Side by side we stand; we are well dressed with a parasol in hand |
| 8 | A Red Ruby Pendant | I'm the pricey charmed chain on a seam stitching maid; I shine at the neck amidst dresses displayed |
| 9 | A Gold mask | I'm held in a hand and made of gold; when she puts me on, she will no longer look old |
| 10 | A Minstrel | By plaing tunes I've gained my fame; from planks of tree they've made my frame |
| 11 | A Spider and web | In a corner where one girl ans two girls meet, you'll find me and a net that I wove with eight feet |
| 12 | A Seamstress | I make the gowns of girls' dreams, embrodidering details and stitching seams |
| 13 | A Woman in Fur | I'm set to brave a winter storm, for I've clothes of fur to keep me warm |
| 14 | A boating man | In water calm and hands on oar, into the mist I go from shore |
| 15 | A Stair case | With me you will need not a free hand to climb; simply step your way up with one foot at a time |
| 16 | A White heart | In the midst of a mane and two creatures in flight, I'm a sign of true love that has faded to white |
| 17 | A Spade Symbol | I'm one of four symbols a card draw would bring but here I'm found fixed to an opening ring |
| 18 | A woman with a lantern | With lamp in hand and set alight, glow casts across my face in night |
| 19 | A Carrot | I'm a delicious food bunnies would eat,not grown on land but stiched on seat |
| 20 | An Eye in the door | I'm an all seeing sphere with a center of black; if you stare at the door, I'm the part that stares back |
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