" Those are the Tricksters,” Greg said. “They're brothers. They made the black market.” They looked like old-fashioned movie stars; all smoothed-back hair & artistic stubble. Their hair was completely white - a shockingly bright white. But there was something unnatural about their disproportionate handsomeness.
It felt artificial, like a neon poisonous frog. The urge to flee gripped the back of Harriet’s neck, seizing up her muscles. They couldn’t notice her, her hindbrain was telling her body. She had to hide. "

― Lauren James , The Reckless Afterlife of Harriet Stoker