“A wet cigarette butt clung to my cheek like a mashed cockroach. I could smell whiskey and beer in my clothes and Gable’s blood on my knuckles and I swore I could taste whiskey surging out of my stomach into… — James Lee Burke Copy Share Image
“Her mother bent close, the smell of whiskey and beer and sweat as familiar as any perfume to Kaye.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
