“He is ever ingloriousHis laugh is laboriousHis smell is notoriousImpale the herring king!”

“Smell is the voice of the soul...”

“Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo?”

“This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in at his neck. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- brown and dry and sweet and warm. Ancestors, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell?”

“Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.”

“They laughed much harder than the memory was funny because it felt good to laugh.”

“They finished laughing and caught their breaths, and looked at each other, and Ani thought Geric looked at her too long, as though he forgot he was looking, as though he did not wish to do anything else. She looked back. Her heart took its time quieting down.”