The world today is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air,

The world today is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot. In my world of beach and june these elemental presences lived and had their being…


Henry Beston,

The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden’s kisses for

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden’s kisses for this They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.


Annette Curtis Klause,

Blood and Chocolate