There are ways in which weโre so alike. Weโre reckless. We donโt think before we act. Weโll do anything for people we love. And I never thought how scary that was for the people who loved me until I saw
Cassandra ClareWarlock,โ he said. โI know who you are.โ Magnus raised his eyebrows. โYou do?โ โMagnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son ofโโ โNow,โ said Magnus, quickly. โThereโs no need to go into all of that.โ โBut there is.โ The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. โIf it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?โ Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open.
Cassandra ClareWhere's Magnus?" he said. AS he looked toward the kitchen, Clary saw a bruise on his jaw, below his ear, about the size of a thumbprint. "Alec!" Magnus came skidding into the living room and blew a kiss to his boyfriend across the room. Having discarded his slippers, he was barefoot now. His cat's eyes shone as he looked at Alec.
Cassandra ClareHe cut her off with brutal precision. "And one last thing." His eyes flicked toward the door, through which Jace, Alec, and Isabelle had disappeared. "Keep in mind that when your mother fled from the Shadow World, it wasn't the monsters she was hiding from. Not the warlocks, the wolf-men, the Fair Folk, not even the demons themselves. It was them. It was the Shadowhunters.
Cassandra Clare