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“She had a lot of face and chin. She had pewter-colored hair set in a ruthless permanent, a hard beak and moist eyes with…

— Raymond Chandler

“So this was liberty. Mary was beginning to recognise the taste of it in her mouth: terror salting the sweetness.”

— Emma Donoghue

“He spoke with a raven's voice, old and wise and far above the cruelty of the human race.”

— Alice Hoffman

“She liked to eat with her fingers, she hated cutlery. Why put a big chunk of sharp-edged metal into your mouth? She said it…

— Margaret Atwood

“She talked back, but he didn't understand her raven language of harsh caws and soft croaks.”

— Audrey Niffenegger

“He recognized that he was feeling something he had never experienced before : the desire to live in one place forever. With the girl…

— Paulo Coelho

“The taste might remain on her brain, but the substance would be gone,”

— Catherine McKenzie

“Anne tried to bite her tongue, but she was finding her mouth bloody too often.”

— Janice Lane Palko

“Her cut finger has begun to bleed slightly and she licks the blood away. Salt, metal, black earth. Blood has such a tenebrous taste.”

— Emma Richler

“Everything tastes like pennies.”

— John Green

“He had come to take one of us to Raven. Drips of sweat beaded across my forehead as the footsteps drew closer.”

— Chanda Hahn

“She didn’t look any older, so far as she could tell from the mirror, but her heart felt like somebody had been scraping the…

— Ursula Vernon