The Lost Book of the White (The Eldest Curses #2)

by Cassandra Clare

And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day. —Jude 1:6

serve,” said Shinyun, “the Greatest Demon!” There was a pause. “Capitalism?” hazarded Magnus.

“If you think I can make Magnus do what I say,” Alec said with a smile, “you have been sadly misinformed. He’ll listen to me, but he does what he likes. I guess that’s another way he’s like a cat.”

“And therefore bad for us,” put in Simon. “Bad for the earth,” said Magnus. “That’s bad for us,” Simon confirmed. “We live here.”

“Ah,” said Alec, “the Institute has a very old magic woven into its walls. I shall now use it to commune with my mother, wherever she might be found.” He put his hands around his mouth and bellowed at the top of his lungs. “MOOOOOOOOOOM!”

“You’re kidding,” said Maryse. “I thought he had a terrible accident with a fountain pen.”

“Is it all right? For two men to kiss in a crowded street in Shanghai? I don’t know if I’d kiss you that way in Times Square,” said Alec. “Darling,” Magnus said quietly, “we’re invisible.” “Oh,” said Alec. “Right.”

Magnus felt a wave of pride. Not everyone could diss a Prince of Hell so artfully.