Jace knew he was being cruel, and he barely cared. Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.
Cassandra ClareWill spread his arms wide. On his knees, grinning like a demon, blood dripping from his mouth, he barely looked human himself. “Come and get me.
Cassandra ClareMagnus gazed upon Camille. "Some of my fondest memories include lashings of cream and beautiful women.
Cassandra Clare