"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
Soldier’s letter to his wife written while on active service in France and describing the experience as ‘hell on Earth’. Enclosed with the letter is a pressed poppy as a souvenir. 10 July, 1918. (x)