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

by Cassandra Clare

“The password to get into the lair of the Asmodeus-worshipping cult is ‘Asmodeus’?” “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this,” Johnny said thoughtfully, “but cultists aren’t usually the brightest the mundane world has to offer.”

No mission is so dangerous it isn’t worth doing in style.”

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

She had seen so many tragedies, and they both knew the worst tragedies were born of love.

On the left wall was a table that looked like cheap plastic lawn furniture covered with incense and prayer beads and other generic-looking knickknacks that someone could buy at a yoga studio. “Oh my God, my cult is so low-rent,” moaned Magnus. “I am deeply shamed. I am disowning my followers for being evil and having no panache.”

Alec picked up a small statuette and shook his head. “There’s a manufacturer’s sticker here. Someone bought this in a souvenir shop. If this thing is magical, then I’m the Angel Raziel.” “The Shadowhunters really wouldn’t approve of me dating the Angel Raziel,” said Magnus. “But they’d have to be nice to you,” Alec said, brandishing the statuette, “or I would smite them.”

“Life is a stage, so exit in style.

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

I’ve realized—I don’t need to change. And neither do you, Helen, or you, Aline. It’s the world that needs to change, and we’re going to be the ones to change it.”