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He smelled a little strange, sweet and bitter at the same time, the way madness might have smelled if it could've taken a physical form.

She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.

. . . where an iron bedstead was wrapped in stillness.

He had the beginning of wrinkles and the easy manner of one who has already made his mistakes.

She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil’s mark. She was beautiful.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Is it the smoke?' the boy said, shivering slightly. 'I've never touched the stuff, myself, but how it claws at one...like a thorn in every one of your fingers, and a string around your heart...and one fees it always. Nagging. Nagging.

The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted; the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake, the satin-green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze: June had arrived.

She can feel it scratching at her, her anger, wedged in the space where the two halves of her rib cage meet.