" She had a purple shawl wrapped around her shoulders and her hair was loosely tied at the nape. Hill stepped back and examined her from several angles before announcing that he was content. He implored her to remain as still as possible, looking pointedly at Raven.

Sarah exhibited no similar difficulty, remaining entirely immobile as though she had fallen into an open-eyed trance.

She was not the only one. Raven found himself gazing rapt at her face, the paleness of her skin, the golden highlights in her hair. A sense of tranquility settled upon him, as though the serenity of her stillness had somehow been transferred to him.

‘You seem transfixed,’ observed Hill quietly, walking past. ‘A pity you could not have held such a pose earlier. "

― Ambrose Parry , The Way of All Flesh (Raven, Fisher, and Simpson, #1)