“Magnus? Magnus Bane?” “That would be me.” The man blocking the doorway was as tall and thin as a rail, his hair… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Magnus knelt first. Clary would never have guessed that. Magnus was so proud, but then it was a pride that transcended the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“A moment later, Helen had returned; she was walking slowly now, and carefully, her hand on the back of a thin boy… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
