Extraits

Magnus and Alec, who had always been a symbol of all that was good, so horribly gone."

For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling despair. It makes me lash out. My Alec lost his father, and the Clave has lot a decent Inquisitor. But you lost your hope of salvation. Don't think I don't understand that."

I'm here on my own account," Magnus said, in a low and distant voice. "I need your help. There is absolutely no one else that I can ask."

[...] "You're remembering someone."

[...] "Another night, a different boy with blue eyes. Wet weather in London, but when was it anything else ?"

When he saw Julian, he sagged a little against the door frame. He didn't move or speak, just starred, as if he were looking not at Julian but at something or someone else.

"Magnus," Julian said, a little alarmed. He recalled that Magnus wasn't well. He'd nearly forgotten it. Magnus had always seemed the same : eternal, immutable, invulnerable."

Magnus had come in, walking very slowly and looking pale. A long row of Silent Brothers followed him. He ascended the dais and Alec rose to his feet, flinging himself into Magnus's arms. They held each other wordlessly as four of the Brothers knelt and lifted Robert Lightwood's body."

He was standing in the doorway still, looking down at the small tearstained boy in front of him. There was exhaustion in his eyes, but also an immense compassion : the kind of compassion that came with great old age."

Notre capacité à commettre des erreurs n’a d’égal que notre sens du pardon.

"Notre capacité à commettre des erreurs n'a d'égal que notre sens du pardon."

- Cristina à Kieran (chapitre 11)

“Sometimes when you start a war, you want to make pancakes” Julian said.

“The Queen says it is an exact duplicate. It was made with the assistance of a wizard of great power called OfficeMax, of whom I know nothing.”

“Jesus Christ,” Julian muttered.