The Red Scrolls of Magic (The Eldest Curses, #1)

by Cassandra Clare

“I want to talk to my son,” said Asmodeus. “It has been almost two centuries since we last spoke, Magnus. You don’t write, you don’t call, you don’t make sacrifices on my altar. It wounds your fond parent.”

He and Jia occasionally made cutting remarks about various Clave members to each other in Mandarin. She was a nice lady.

“Love changes you. Love changes the world. You cannot lose that love, no matter how long you live, I think. Trust love. Trust him.”