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The man glanced down and made a face. "I see that many pigeons have pooped upon these stairs," he remarked. "I shall remain standing, if that's not too rude."

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Or he could take the step out into nothingness and choose Magnus, the far stranger poetry of him, his brilliance and anger, his sulks and joys, the extraordinary abilities of his magic and the no less breathtaking magic of the extraordinary way he loved.

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)It was hardly a choice at all. Alec took a deep breath, and jumped.

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Evidence that I am willing to give you something I have never given anyone: my past, the truth of myself. I want to share my life with you, and that means today, and the future, and all my past, if you want it. If you want me."

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Warlocks, as they get older, they start to calcify. They stop being able to feel things. To care, to be excited or surprised. I always told myself that would never happen to me. That I'd try to be like Peter Pan, never grow up, always retain a sense of wonder. Always fall in love, be surprised, be open to being hurt as much as I was open to being happy. But over the last twenty years or so I've felt it creeping up on me anyway. There was nobody before you for a long time. Nobody I loved. No one who surprised me or took my breath away. Until you walked into that party, I was starting to think I'd never feel anything that strongly again."

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This is what happens," Magnus said, raising his face. "Can't you see, this is how it begins again ?"

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But there was a time before the Nephilim. A time when Rome battled the city of Carthage, and over the course of many wars was victorious. After one of the wars, Rome demanded that Carthage pay them tribute, that Carthage abandon their army, and that the land of Carthage be sowed with salt. The historian Tacitus said of the Romans that 'they make a desert and call it peace.' " He turned to Jia. "The Carthaginians never forgot. Their hatred of Rome sparked another war in the end, and that war ended in death and slavery. That was not peace. This is not peace."

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Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)It was not fair that Magnus should pay it; Magnus, who had the least part in the story of Nephilim and angels and demons and vengeance, compared to any of the rest of them; Magnus, who was only a part of it all because he loved Alec. "No," Alec said. Through her tears Clary could see them clinging to each other; there was tenderness even in the curve of Magnus' fingers around Alec's shoulder as he bent to kiss him. It was a kiss of desperation and clutching more than passion; Magnus held on tightly enough for his fingers to bite into Alec's arms, [...]

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Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)I have to save you, Alec," Magnus said. "You and eveeryone you love; it's a small price to pay, isn't it, in the end, for all of that ?"

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)"Not everyone I love," Alec whispered,[...]

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Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)I've lived a long time," Magnus said. "So many years, and no, it doesn't feel like enough. I won't lie and say it does. I want to live on-- partly because of you, Alec. I have never wanted to live so much as I have these past few months, with you."

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)Alec looked stricken. "We'll die together," he said. "Let me stay at least, with you."

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)"You have to go back. You have to go back to the world."

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)"I don't want the world. I want you," Alec said, and Magnus closed his eyes, as if the words almost hurt.

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Magnus raised his head and looked up and over at Alec; it was a look that made Clary flush and glance away. There was so much love in it, mixed with exasperation and pride and despair. It was an unguarded look, and it felt wrong to see it."

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