You’re Seventeen,” Magnus Said. “you Can’t Have

Because', She Said, 'your Problems Are Not Real Problems. You're Dating Two Beautiful Girls At Once. Think About It. That's Like...having Rock-star Problems.' 'having Rock-star Problems May Be The Closest I Ever Get To Being An Actual Rock Star.

Magic Or Nature, They Were Much The Same Thing To Magnus.

Demons Feed On Death And Pain Madness," Valentine Said. "when I Kill, It Is Because I Must. You Grew Up In A Falsely Beautiful Paradise Surrounded By Fragile Glass Walls, My Daughter. Your Mother Created The World She Wanted To Live In And She Brought You Up In It, But She Never Told You It Was An Illusion. And All The Time The Demons Waited With Their Weapons Of Blood And Terror To Smash The Glass And Pull You Free Of The Lie.

So, What Are You?" "what I Am Is Someone Who Doesn't Want You To Jump Out Of The Window. The Rest Are Details.

He'd Felt Like A Jack-o-lantern For The Past Few Days, As If His Guts Had Been Yanked Out With A Fork And Dumped In A Heap While A Grinning Smile Stayed Plastered On His Face.