
“She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface.
Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful.
And then there was Camille.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels
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