“Pain lanced through his neck. He gasped and his eyes flew open; Simon was sitting up on him, staring down with wide eyes, his hand across his own mouth. Simon's wounds were gone, though fresh blood stained the front of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“A phantom pain lanced through his ribs, brutally violent and nauseating. His knees buckled. Not pain from a wound of his—but another’s. No. No, no, no, no, no. He might have been screaming it, might have been roaring it, as… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
