He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.
Holly BlackIt makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until whatโs left is all construct, all artifice.
Holly BlackShe knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.
Holly Black