I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.
City of Lost SoulsAre you in fashion? You look like you're in fashion." "No," [Magnus] said. "I am fashion.
The Fall of the Hotel DumortHad any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?
The Forgotten GardenWe lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.
The Buddha in the AtticNo real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.
Clockwork AngelIt was so odd what brought out tenderness in people. It was never what you have expected.
Clockwork Angel