You Could Say Anything You Wanted To

Cleverness That Comes Too Late Is Hardly Cleverness At All?

Her Eyes Met His, But She Looked Quickly Away; Entangling Gazes With Will Was Confusing At Best, Dizzying At Worst.

We’re Nephilim. Every One Of Our Life’s Passages Has Some Mystical Component — Our Births, Our Deaths, Our, Marriages, Everything Has A Ceremony And A Rune. There Is One As Well If You Wish To Become Someone’s Parabatai. It’s No Small Commitment.

You’re Seventeen,” Magnus Said. “you Can’t Have Wasted A Life You’ve Barely Lived.

What Are You? The Voice Came From Nowhere. It Was In The Room. It Was Outside. It Was In Magnus's Head. "a Warlock," Magnus Answered. "and What Are You?" We Are Many. "please Do Not Say You Are A Legion. Someone's Taken That." Do You Make Mirth From Mundane Scriptures, Warlock? "just Breaking The Ice