Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs.
Cassandra ClareMots clés memoirs magnus-bane
Demons," drawled the blond boy, tracing the word on the air with his finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension -
Cassandra ClareI said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.
Cassandra ClareShe had a plan. Even if it was a little insane.
Cassandra ClareWe all have our secrets that we keep because we do not want to hurt the people who love us
Cassandra ClareI hope that simple love and truth will be strong in the end. I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.
Cassandra ClareI don't suppose it would be possible to, er, step on him?
Cassandra ClareYes, Consul. The next time one of our esteemed members turns into a worm and eats another esteemed member, we will inform you immediately.
Cassandra ClareThe 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 ClareExcuse me, Bane?" said Roderick Morgenstern. "Are you attending?"
"I'm so sorry," Magnus said politely. "Somebody incredibly attractive just came into the room, and I ceased to pay attention to a word you were saying.
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