“Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven’t been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It’s a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It’s road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.” IfsWorldBodySidesDarkGoneImagineHavensBlindSmellMeatEggsHuntingTiedZombiePackagesRipeDark SideCrawlingRottingTied UpPukeMaggots Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.” KnowsWayStillsBodyHappensAirStupidCryGoes OnQuietBreathsLaysHidingThroatScrewsLungsStarvingBeing Quiet Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I wondered what I’d end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn’t even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn’t drag that out of me. Ever.” IfsMindWellsLittlesEndsBodyMy OwnForeverHorseStuckChestsDragSkinnyWild Horses Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.” BodyFeltMiddleDyingFlowBreathsFilledSpreadSmellBreatheCellsDemonScentCoatsVeinsLungsHallucinationsAmberTaintedIncenseCinnamonMusk Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?” KnowsHardWholeBodyEyeNextVoiceHalfWaveFleshHeatGrievingSpokesJealousCheeksThumbsLiquidCaressBeing Jealous Author:Lilith Saintcrow
