Quotes About Putrid

Stinking Bottomly, she

Just a foul stench, as if every dead man in the vicinity had sat up and expelled a breath

And that stunk like an eight-week-old pile of fish guts sitting on the hot blacktop in the middle of August.

Naif felt his tentacle caress her again, This time, though, he was holding something as well. It was rough hessian and the smell from it was putrid, like something dead a few days. She tried to push him away but his tentacle ws strong and persistent, not withdrawing until he'd wiped the cloth over her.

the odor of something foul and long dead

The rivers stank, the marketplaces stank, the churches stank, it stank beneath the bridges and in the palaces. The peasant stank as did the priest, the apprentice as did his master's wife, the whole of the aristocracy stank, even the king himself stank, stank like a rank lion, and the queen like an old goat, summer and winter.

Everything here is a small offense and not of value as art or confession. It is not a whim. It is an attempt to peel another putrid skin.

the creature belched a cloud of stink, the smell like rotting meat.