Your Plans Are Suicidal. At Best.

What Did Wards Matter When You Could Create Your Own Reality Just By Drawing It?

No Matter What The Price Offered, No Downworlder Would Fail To Listen To A Warning Against One Of The Nephilim.

But Magnus, He Thought. You Never Told Me. Never Warned Me It Would Be Like This, That I Would Wake Up One Day And Realize That I Was Going Somewhere You Couldn't Follow. That We Are Essentially Not The Same. There's No "till Death Do Us Apart" For Those Who Never Die.

Simon Watched A Kelpie Skip Past, Carrying A Glass Of Blue Fluid, And Raised An Eyebrow. “it’s Not Like Magnus’s Party,” Isabelle Reassured Him. “everything Here Ought To Be Safe To Drink.” “ought To Be?” Aline Look Worried.

Whoever Loves You Now—and You Must Also Love Yourself—will Love The Truth Of You.