Here's a great line from the book:
Reynaud in the last chapter,
"... There are layers of flavor like the bouquet of a fine wine, a slight bitterness, a richness like ground coffee; warmth brings the flavor to life, and it fills my nostrils, a taste succubus that has me moaning."
as did Lilith whence
a wish to invade your nights
Here's what I'm reading now: