Hope Is Not An Illusion.

The Way Magnus’ Breath Had Sounded, Rattling In His Chest, Before He’d Said His Father’s Name.

A Great Sadness Welled Up In Magnus At The Sight Of Him. It Was Human To Age And Die, And Jem Stood Outside That Humanity Now, Outside The Light That Burned So Brightly And So Briefly. It Was Cold Outside That Light And Fire. No One Had Greater Cause To Know That Cold Than Magnus Did.

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?

The Light That Burned Twice As Bright Burned Half As Long.

But I Will Never Have A Bride.