His mouth was full of the copper taste of fear.

They were coming straight towards him, and the copper taste of fear filled his mouth.

The copper taste of excitement, the possibility of being seen adding to it.

The air didn't seem to have any substance in it and running had burned a copper taste into the back of his throat.

There was a copper taste in my mouth; the metal tang of blood and fear.

The copper taste of extremely rare meat was very strong.

Its departure left a copper taste filming his suddenly arid throat.

I'd learned to think of a little sweet copper taste as almost an aphrodisiac, because I'd begun to associate it with him, and others.

Benteley slowly followed the party, the copper taste of horror thick in his mouth.

There was a quick, sharp pain and the sweet copper taste of blood.