Clear Quote by Cassandra Clare

He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.

— Lois Lowry

“His skin was chalky white, and his arms rolled around like freshly boiled rigatoni.”

— John Sneeden

“Steam was rising weirdly from his clothes. His hangover was visible. It heaved itself to his shoulders and sat there like a bag of…

— Markus Zusak

He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.

— P. G. Wodehouse

His jaw was swollen. A thick red bruise quickly began forming, tracing the outline of an unfamiliar fist and uninvited rings. His tooth had…

— Jacob

“His lashes were long and thick, so dark they seemed charcoaled; she half expected them to leave a dusting of black powder on the…

— Cassandra Clare

“Her breath caught as she swept over his nipple with the cloth. Did he feel that? Did it feel any different from the rest…

— Elizabeth Hoyt

“He clamped his eyes shut and waited for the pang of something he could no longer name to subside; it plucked at steel threads…

— J. Rose Black

“He moved like a bird; twitching and bunching his shoulders. His head angled back and forth to watch me, and as he did, his…

— J.D. Stroube

“He held his hat in his hand; there was no disorder in his clothing; his coat was carefully buttoned: he was very pale, and…

— Victor Hugo

“Nik gripped his fork so tightly his knuckles turned white. His temper flared up like a beast inside him, clawing at the walls of…

— Quinn Anderson

“And in her reverence of his skin, he felt that shame wither and curl, like paper on a flame, and float upward, disintegrating into…

— Amy Harmon