Malachi scowled. “I don’t remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane.””They didn’t,” Magnus said. “Your wards are down.””Really?” the Consul’s voice dripped sarcasm. “I hadn’t noticed.”Magnus looked concerned. “That’s terrible. Someone...
As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?
The only way you would have failed,” she said, “is if you had.
If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.