I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.
Cassandra ClareWhere did you get that?" Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon's poison had eaten a hole in his shirt, leaving a good deal of his left shoulder bare. "The shirt? At Macy's Winter sale.
Cassandra ClareOf course I can see you. I'm not blind, you know. Oh, but you are. You just don't know it.
Cassandra Clare