She shook her head. She was so pale under the diffuse lamp-light that she looked almost transparent, as if Simon could have looked right through her. The way, he supposed, he always had.
Cassandra ClareSometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do.
Cassandra ClareShe gritted her teeth. She was here with Sebastian, on her way to see a powerful warlock, and mentally she was maundering on about the way Jace smelled.
Cassandra ClareThe way Magnusโ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before heโd said his fatherโs name.
Cassandra Clare