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“Yet their whispers slithered around me. And those scents, ah, not a one was like another. And as clearly as if spoken aloud it…

— Anne Rice

“Some of her turned to mist, and crept out the pores of her skin.”

— Ellen Baker

“It was the baptism of myself, the renewal of me and by me. The water felt, finally, like it could wash away the dust…

— Emery Lord

“There was no breath in him, no flush of blood, no taint of sweat or tears. Next to him, I felt the grossness of…

— Martine Leavitt

“For a while I just sat there reveling in the pure pleasure of his touch. The scent of him was still in the air.…

— Belinda Jones

“I saw how pure, in a way, they were – no matter what they had done. Each in their own way they had tried…

— Peter Høeg

“That was how she felt, right then. As if there was too much of her, as if her skin was tight with muchness. She…

— Holly Black

“His voice was terrifying and seemed to scrape across my skin as if it were a tangible thing. Something inside me agreed, as if…

— Jessica Marie Gilliland

“I coughed and choked, and drowned on moonlight, which tastes like butter and steel and salt and mist. And then, just like that, just…

— April Genevieve Tucholke

“The mist was like a faint perfume.”

— Erich Maria Remarque

“It seemed as if at least a moment some spring had burst forth in his barren soul.”

— Väinö Linna

“…the feeling that flickered in me now was much older. There he was, his flesh laid open before me. This is something torn that…

— Madeline Miller