LORD OF SHADOWS snippet: (illustrated by the wonderful CASSANDRA JEAN)
When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.
He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.
If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.
Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.
“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.
Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”
“A doctor at Arkham once described for me The Joker’s state of mind: imagine trying to solve the world’s most difficult math equation while you’re surrounded by six televisions that sit five inches from your face–all tuned to different stations, all rapidly switching channels, all with the volume at full blast. That’s what it’s like to be The Joker.” - Batman: Cacophony
Eighth of Cassandra Jean’s Lady Midnight postcards — Cristina cuts Mark’s hair.
She set her scissors aside and cleared her throat. “There,” she said. “Would
you like to see?”
He straightened up in the chair. Cristina was bending down;
their heads were on a level. “Lean closer,” he said. “For years I have
had no mirror; I have learned to make do. The eyes of another can
be a mirror more effective than water. If you will look at me, I can
see my reflection in yours.”