You dated a vampire? A girl vampire?” (Simon)”It was a hundred and thirty years ago,” (Magnus)”I haven’t seen her since.” (Magnus)”Why didn’t you tell me?” (Alec)”Alexander, I’ve been alive for hundred of years. I’ve been...

Magnus sighed. “Alexander, I’ve been alive for hundreds of years. I’ve been with men, been with women – with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two.” He looked sideways at Maryse,...

It’s just that you never heard me.

He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.

How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.