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

by Cassandra Clare

In his four hundred years of wandering the world, he had learned that wherever you traveled, it was the company that mattered.

Being with his friends almost felt like having a home.

Thank you for asking. Of course one wishes to break down on a heart-shaped sofa and weep into one’s lace handkerchief, but I am somehow managing to hold it together.

“But life is short, and I am handsome and French,” Leon muttered.

Magnus had not thought today’s kiss would be their last. But nobody ever did know, when the last kiss came.

“You see…,” Magnus said, “the thing is… I don’t want the world. The world’s a mess. I can’t even keep my apartment organized. I’m still cleaning glitter out of the lampshades after my cat’s birthday party, and that was months ago.”

Magnus said reluctantly, “But we do lose love, in the end. We both know that.” “No,” said Tessa. “Love changes you. Love changes the world. You cannot lose that love, no matter how long you live, I think.