History Gets Written By The Winners.

Magnus Sighed. "alexander, I've Been Alive For Hundreds Of Years. I've Been With Men, Been With Women - With Faeries And Warlocks And Vampires, And Even A Djinn Or Two." He Looked Sideways At Maryse, Who Looked Mildly Horrified. "too Much Information?

He Carefully Maintained The Blasé Air Of One Who Had Been Here Before And Had Been Incredibly Well Dressed That Time Too

I Am A Badass, And I Recognize That You, Too, Are A Badass.

And Quit Baring Your Fangs At Me. It's Making Me Nervous." "good," Simon Said. "if You Want To Know Why, It's Because You Smell Like Blood." "it's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." Jace Raised His Left Hand.

I Am Not The One Of Us Who Has No Heart.