And now it had turned bitter in his mouth, like ashes.

That thought, though, turned the food to ashes in his mouth.

With every passing hour, the taste of freedom turned more sour in his mouth.

The remains of the man's blood turned bitter in his mouth.

As she articulated them, the words turned to falsehood in her mouth.

Then another thought came, and the food turned to ash in her mouth.

The very sight of me is like wine turned bitter in her mouth.

Instantly Mark's entire attention focused on the hand and the food turned to hot ashes in his mouth.

"The words turned to dust in my mouth," was a new one on me, but it happened.

Whatever happened, the sweets of victory had turned bitter in his mouth.