Wherever We Are, We Are As One

Faeries Are Fallen Angels," Said Dorothea, "cast Down Out Of Heaven For Their Pride." "that's The Legend," Jace Said. "it's Also Said That They're The Offspring Of Demons And Angels, Which Always Seemed More Likely To Me. Good And Evil, Mixing Together. Faeries Are As Beautiful As Angels Are Supposed To Be, But They Have A Lot Of Mischief And Cruelty In Them. And You'll Notice Most Of Them Avoid Midday Sunlight—" "for The Devil Has No Power," Said Dorothea Softly, As If She Were Reciting An Old Rhyme, "except In The Dark.

Vampires, Fey Folk, Werewolves, Shadowhunters, And Demons - These Things Made Sense To Magnus. But The Mundane World - It Seemed To Have No Pattern, No Form. Their Quicksilver Politics. Their Short Lives.

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Sorrow, The Color’s White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown, And Red To Call Enchantment Down.

Reparations,” Said Jem Very Suddenly, Setting Down The Pen He Was Holding. Will Looked At Him In Puzzlement. “is This A Game? We Just Blurt Out Whatever Word Comes Next To Mind? In That Case Mine Is ‘genuphobia’. It Means An Unreasonable Fear Of Knees.” “what’s The Word For A Perfectly Reasonable Fear Of Annoying Idiots?” Inquired Jessamine.

Speaking Of Hope, Did You See That Shot Alec Got Off With His Bow? That's My Boyfriend." He Beamed And Wiggled His Fingers; Blue Sparks Shot From Them. He Shone All Over. Only Magnus, Simon Thought Resignedly, Would Have Access To Sequined Battle Armor.