He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption

But you love her.” Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.

Tessa exhaled. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath until that moment. Will must have heard her, for he raised his head and his gaze met hers across the clearing. Something in it made her look away. Agony stripped so raw was not meant for her eyes.

He will get through this, even if he thinks he won't.

Magic or nature, they were much the same thing to Magnus.

Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?

There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired.