The most remarkable thing about him were his eyes. They were laughing eyes, at once both joyous and tender: they were the radiant pale blue of a sky slipping toward evening in Heaven, when angels who had been sweet all day found themselves tempted to sin.
Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan (2013). “Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale”, p.8, Simon and Schuster