• She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

    Cassandra Clare: She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.
    Cassandra Clare (2010). “City of Glass”, p.210, Simon and Schuster