Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon had still been human, he would have blushed.
“Will you let me see it?”
Simon could actually feel his eyes pop out. “See what?”
She smiled. “The Mark, silly boy. The Mark of the Wanderer.”
– City of Fallen Angels
“Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.”