Jacin swiped his arm across the top, scattering the flowers. Beneath the glass, Winter looked like she was sleeping, except the preservation liquid gave her skin a bluish tinge, making her appear sickly and drawing attention the the scars on her face...

Despite everything, she still looked like perfection, at least to him. her Curly hair was buoyant in the tank's gel and her full lips were turned upward. It was like she was going to open her eyes and smile at him, any minute now. That teasing, taunting, irresistible smile.

(From Winter, ch. 73)