“Perhaps we’re better off without magic. Perhaps magic doesn’t exactly make things fair amongst us mere mortals.” “Fair? You think that any part of this is fair?” “Magic makes people dangerous.” “Magic has saved your life a few times now, if I recall correctly.” “Yes,” he breathed, “you and Dorian both—and I’m grateful, I am. But where are the checks against your kind? Iron? Not much of a deterrent, is it? Once magic is free, who is to stop the monsters from coming out again? Who is to stop you?” A spear of ice shot through her heart. Monster.
Dickhead
