Dannii Elle’s Reviews > Lips Touch > Status Update

"At the British parties in Jaipur, gossip swirled wild on eddies of whiskeyed breath. The old bitch was a popular topic of it. It was generally agreed that she had been in India too long. It had ‘gotten to her.’ She spoke the native tongue... It suggested to the British a grubby intimacy with the place, as if she took India into her very mouth and tasted it, like a lover’s fingers. It was indecent."

she realized he was pulling her little by little closer to him, the stroking deepening into rubbing... She could smell boy spice beneath the thrift-store aroma of his jacket, and the rubbing and the smell began to work to soften her – like butter before you add sugar, in the first step of making something sweet. It was her first experience of how bodies could meld together, how breath could slip naturally into rhythm

"The goblins want girls who dream so hard about being pretty their yearning leaves a palpable trail, a scent goblins can follow like sharks on a soft bloom of blood. The girls with hungry eyes who pray each night to wake up as someone else. Urgent, unkissed, wishful girls."