“So what do we do?" Alec whispered. Magnus shrugged and smiled suddenly; with his messy black hair and the gleam in his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The little boy leaned against his father's chest and slowly nodded. "Yes," he said. "I heard all of the names, but I… — Julie Garwood Copy Share Image
“Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured. "Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
