Quote by Perrin Briar Download Open image ““He could smell the blood, feces and rotting flesh. He”” — Perrin Briar ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“He breathed in hard. The stench of blood filled his lungs. Only now for the first time could he truly appreciate it.” — Shane K.P. O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Flesh, bodies, nerves, legs… things were getting all mixed up in his mind. It seemed to be filled with flesh, cloyed with the sweetish… — Humphrey Cobb Copy Share Image
“He smelled more powerfully like himself now that he was dead than he had when he was alive.” — Rhian Ellis Copy Share Image
“He felt more crypts cracking open inside of him; the stench he smelled was not decayed bodies but decayed memories, and that was somehow… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“I could smell something. Fear. I could taste it now. It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The smell of blood... it was on his breath. What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Even worse, there was a smell. Musky and warm, like old blood. It made his throat close, and he wanted to wretch.” — Victor LaValle Copy Share Image
“I am his tomb. The earth is nothing. Dead. Staves and orchards issue from my mouth. His. Perfume my chest, which is wide, wide open. A greengage plum swells his silence. The bees escape from his eyes, from his sockets where the liquid pupils have flowed from under the flaccid eyelids. To eat a youngster shot on the barricades, to… — Jean Genet Copy Share
“But she was decidedly immune to any of his so-called sexual char--wow, he smelled fantastic.” — Julie James Copy Share Image
“The aroma of him this close was astonishingly bad, spoiled meat and rampant disease, ripe cheese and anal leakage.” — A.J. Aalto Copy Share Image
“He reached up with his free arm for them, not for help, but in a vulture-like claw, grasping for a morsel of living flesh.” — Perrin Briar Copy Share Image
