Cold has its own taste. It tastes of a bitten tongue.....

“ Cold has its own taste. It tastes of a bitten tongue. It coils around you, a living thing, a beast that means to kill you, not with wrath, not with tooth nor claw, but with the mercy of surrender, with the kindness of letting you go gentle into the long night after such a burden of pain and misery. ”

Mark Lawrence

From : Prince of Fools