When I'm not roasting Cassandra Clare, or her creations, I actually have a job as a Digital Artist. When I'm not working, I'm either reading books, or chasing around my nieces and nephews, and fangirling over my OTP's, and re-examining my life choices.
“He’s a cousin of some friends of the Lightwoods or something. He’s nice, I promise.” “Nice, bah. He’s gorgeous.” Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. “You should leave him here. I could... Read more
“It’s at the Wayland family manor. The Waylands had their home very close to where Jocelyn and Valentine lived; they were their nearest neighbors. Ragnor suggested that your mother hide the... Read more
Magnus cut her oʃ with a gesture. “Warlocks have ways of communicating with each other. They have their own languages.” He raised the hand that held the blue ɻame. “Logos.” City of Glass by... Read more
“How do you know all this?” Clary asked. “Because Ragnor told me.” “But—” Magnus cut her oʃ with a gesture. “Warlocks have ways of communicating with each other. They have their own language... Read more
“I should have kept it a secret instead of asking everyone about him,” Clary said in horror. “This is my fault. I should have warned Fell—” “Might I point out,” said Magnus, “that you couldn... Read more
“I got a message from Fell last night,” said Magnus, “asking me to meet him here. I turned up here—and found it like this. Everything destroyed, and the stench of demons all around.” “Demons... Read more
Despite having been obsessed with ɹnding Ragnor Fell ever since Madeleine had told her his name, Clary had never stopped to picture what he might look like. A large, bearded man, she would h... Read more