P a r a b a t a i
She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder, just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved way, the clockwork angel slipped free and she saw to her surprise that where it had lain against his skin it had left a mark behind, no bigger than a shilling, in the shape of a pale white star.
He’d burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes.
The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare
Let’s all take a moment to appreciate Jemima’s face…
“He’s a Warlock, Max. A sexy sexy Warlock.”
Jemima’s facial expressions - always priceless!