“He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“The air smelled of salt and sand and fish. As though all was peace, and harvesttime, and autumn nights. Not the end… — Julie Berry Copy Share Image
He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
