“Smell is the voice of the soul...”

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

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

“Does anyone smell roasting meat?' said Razo, 'Oh, wait, it's just Geric's face.”

“Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister, or aunt. Then her voice, like her singing, cut through the crickets and crackling fire.”

“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?”

“She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.”