Tact is just lying for adults.

There was a brief pause for them to evaluate the full horror of the situation. Magnus. personally, was in horror up to his elbows.

Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?” Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!

Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven.

Magnus was sure that the llama stampede he witnessed was a coincidence. The llamas could not be judging him.

You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.

He seemed only ... annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot. "Yeah, well," he said, "the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldn't really exist, leave a note.