" I’m mesmerized by this woman. What is she doing here? She’s so out of place. I’ve never seen a girl like her walk down my street, let alone plant herself in the center of this dirty, nasty underground world. I realize I’m still resting my hand on hers. Her skin is the softest thing I’ve ever touched. I pull my hand back, leaving a smear of blood on her knuckle. "

― Sophie Lark , Snow (Underworld, #2)