Warlock,” he said. “I know who you are.” Magnus raised his eyebrows. “You do?” “Magnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son of—” “Now,” said Magnus, quickly. “There’s no need to go into all of that.” “But there is.” The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. “If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?” Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open.
Cassandra Clarethe action we take in the name of love,those are moral or immoral.and normally it wouldn't matter
Cassandra ClareYou left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.
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