He Speaks Of You Only

Something In Him Was Broken, And Through That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away

Your Life Is Yours To Live As You Choose.

I Mean, Is There A Chance For Me? To Have Another Life After This, A Better One?

But The Name Magnus Bane Made Him Think Of A Towering Sort Of Figure, With Huge Shoulders And Formal Purple Warlock’s Robes, Calling Down Fire And Lightning. Not Magnus Himself, Who Was More Of A Cross Between A Panther And A Demented Elf.

Just Kissing? How Quickly You Dismiss Our Love.