SHE TASTES LIKE NECTAR AND SALT. NECTAR AND SALT AND APPLES. POLLEN AND STARS AND HINGES. SHE TASTES LIKE FAIRY TALES. SWAN MAIDEN AT MIDNIGHT. CREAM ON THE TIP OF A FOX’S TONGUE. 

SHE TASTES LIKE HOPE.

Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone