" Warmth.
Well-being.
And a taste not like copper, but like something rich and strange.
Later, she'd always grope for ways to describe it, but she could only think of things like: well a little bit like the way vanilla bean smells, and a little bit like the way silk feels, and a little bit like the way a waterfall looks. "

― L.J. Smith , Daughters of Darkness (Night World, #2)