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

by Cassandra Clare

Alec, who was watching this back-and-forth as if sitting center court in a tennis match, raised a hand. “I’m sorry, but did you two used to date?” That stopped the conversation dead in its tracks. Both Tessa and Magnus turned to him with identical looks of shock. “You seem more horrified than I do,” Magnus told Tessa, “and somehow I am deeply wounded.”

“As I so often say,” Magnus remarked, “why me?”

“The world is sometimes unkind to warlocks. Sometimes we feel a temptation to be unkind back.”

“About that. I deeply appreciate you saving my life. I’m very attached to my life. However, if it comes to a choice between your life and mine, Alec, remember I have already lived a very long time.”

“I’m not gay,” said Raphael. “I’m not straight. I’m not interested.” “Your sexuality is ‘not interested’?” Alec asked curiously. Raphael said, “That’s right.”

“We should both have been loyal to Asmodeus. He favored you so greatly. You are not worthy of him.” “He’s not worthy of me,” Magnus remarked.

“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.”

“What if I lost him by telling the truth?” “What if you lost him by hiding it?”