" I wanted him-wanted the coarse fox-red hair he braided back and tied with a scrap of indigo ribbon, wanted his body, his broad shoulders and stocky frame, lithe and muscular as an acrobat’s. I wanted his deep, slurred Lower City voice, wanted the growl that threaded through his words. I wanted his eyes, cold absinthe-green jade, wanted his face, those feral bones, that stone scar. I wanted to watch passion transform him from stone and jade to flesh and blood, wanted to know if he cured out when he came, and what he sounded like when he did. "

― Sarah Monette , The Virtu (Doctrine of Labyrinths, #2)