Author:  A.S. Byatt
Book:    Possession
Viewed: 82 - Published at: 9 years ago

In the morning the whole world had a strange new smell. It was the smell of the aftermath, a green smell, a smell of shredded leaves and oozing resin, of crushed wood and splashed sap, a tart smell, which bore some relation to the smell of bitten apples. It was the smell of death and destruction, and it smelled fresh and lively and hopeful.

( A.S. Byatt )
[ Possession ]
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