Indochina gets into your blood and once you have a taste you'll find it's impossible to stay away. — Doug Rice Copy Share Image
“Terry remembered a summer two or three years ago when there had been a plague of luna moths (...) One night Ghost… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
“I know that I'm safe here. But I know what dirt and blood taste like, too.” — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“So--what's it like, being a vampire?" "Aline!" Isabelle looked appalled. "You can't just go around asking people what's it like to be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“My arms were covered in scratches and had bled a little so I licked my finger and cleaned them off and thought… — Lesley Kagen Copy Share Image
There's blood, a taste I remember. It tastes of orange popsicles, penny gumballs, red licorice, gnawed hair, dirty ice. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I smell blood. I'm like a pit bull. Once I taste blood I'm on you .. and I'm about to taste blood. — Torii Hunter Copy Share Image
