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

by Cassandra Clare

Sometimes, love worked, past any hope of change, when no other force in this world could. Without love, the miracle never came.

“Many a mission to end a great evil has failed because of low blood sugar.”

All that darkness, and all that pain, and Magnus was somehow still a blazing riot of life and color, a source of joy for everyone around him. He was the reason Alec looked into a mirror now and saw a complete person who did not have to hide.

Being the leader of the Shadowhunters meant being able to make changes, and Alec was becoming more and more aware the world needed changing.

“Leon, are you making a pass?” demanded Helen Blackthorn. “Why do you always do this? Stop hitting on people, Leon!” “But life is short, and I am handsome and French,” Leon muttered.

Helen’s eyes were shut. “ ‘Go to Europe, Helen,’ they said. ‘Can’t be a homebody forever, Helen. Get out of L.A., soak up some culture. Maybe date somebody.’ Nobody said, ‘A cult and its demons will chase you around Europe, and then a lunatic Lightwood will lead you to your doom.’ This is the worst travel year anybody has ever had.”