"Jace?" She offered him the glass. "I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman and bring me something brown." "Brown?" Isabelle made a face. "Brown is a manly colour," said Jace and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. "In fact, look - Alec is wearing it." Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. "It was black," he said. "But then it faded." "You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested.
Cassandra ClareForever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable, Brother Zachariah to Clary Fray
Cassandra ClareIt was strange how your world could shift on its axis and everything you trusted could invert itself in what seemed like no time at all.
Cassandra Clare