The Taste of Light Quotes

“Bare meant lacking, and nude, Anne was complete.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“She gave him that look. Sultry and playful, woman and girl, Ana and Angel.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“Close your eyes, Ana. It's my turn to be invisible.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“Anne tasted invisibility, exploring Pedro's manly textures, floating in the silk of his hair, skimming the velvet planes of his coat, gliding across the stubble of his beard.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“One side chose to protect her innocence. The other wanted to consume”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“As the girl with Atlantic eyes and cheeks flaming like port wine scurried from the bed, something moved inside him. A crumbling of sorts, uncomfortable, and then a crack, not unlike a glacier breaking in the sea.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“Notes lilting and liquid, she sang until Pedro's vision cleared, until she dazzled the tide, until her voice faltered, until her chin rested on the bed, until her eyes became heavy-lidded, and her hand turned lax where it touched his.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“Atop Oporto's high cliffs, the houses stacked one atop the other like toy blocks—their colors reflected in the mirror-like water, blurry yellows, reds, and”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“A shaft of sun found her, painting her hair a shade darker than champagne but lighter than chardonnay. The night before, her scent had been layered, flowery, with a hint of citrus, of ripe neroli.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“Her slight weight, her fair coloring, the transparency of her skin... she was as delicate as light.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“He would not touch an angelic whore new to the trade. He would not trace her frowning brows and would not relieve her of the tight corset. He would not tie her hands and bend her over the piano. He would not release her champagne hair and see it reflected over the lacquered surface while he pounded his lust on her until she screamed. Who was he fooling? The screaming would start before he brought her to release. Most likely when he showed her the ropes.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“princess, infusing the breeze with their sweet scent.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“Love isn’t the stuff of fairy tales, where people are perfect and do all the right things. Love is messy, primal, and flawed. It wants to control and be controlled.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light

“Now I won't need to blot the ink with sand.”
― Giovanna Siniscalchi, The Taste of Light