Will Spread His Arms Wide. On His

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.

After All, It Was Never Darnay He Quoted, Only Sydney, Drunk And Wrecked And Dissipated. Sydney, Who Died For Love.

I Don’t Like Keeping Her In The Dark,” Jace Said. “we’ll Tell Her In A Week. What Difference Does A Week Make?” Jace Gave Him A Look. “two Weeks Ago You Were Dead.” “well, I Wasn’t Suggesting Two Weeks,” Said Sebastian. “that Would Be Insane.

People Were Intrinsically Selfish, And Many Hated The Idea Of A Woman In Charge Of The Institute. They Would Not Put Themselves At Risk For Her. Only A Few Weeks Ago He Would Have Said The Same Thing About Himself. Now, Knowing Charlotte, He Realized To His Surprise, The Idea Of Risking Himself For Her Seemed An Honor, As It Would Be To Most Englishmen To Risk Themselves For The Queen.

Magnus Did Not Like To Go Near The Hotel Dumont If He Could Help It. It Was Decrepit And Unsettling, It Held Bad Memories, And It Also Occasionally Held His Evil Former Lady Love.