“...remember the metallic sound and taste of all of it. And the outrage.”
“I heard the telltale sound of scales scraping against metal--a light swoosh, a tongue flickering out to taste the stale and humid air. Whatever it was, my prey was tasting for me.”
“She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.”
“A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.”
“Somewhere high overhead on the other side of the freighter, metal ground against metal making a sound like angry mechanical whales fucking.”
“Men like to share outrageous stories with one another - embellishing the keenness of our instincts and exaggerating the metallic compounds that make up our genitalia, or "brass balls" as they say.”