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The loft was huge and almost totally empty of furniture. Floor-to-ceiling windows were smeared with a thick film of dirt and paint, blocking out most of the ambient light from the street. Big metal pillars wound with colored lights held up an arched, sooty ceiling. Doors torn off their hinges and laid across dented metal garbage cans made a makeshift bar at one end of the room. A lilac-skinned woman in a metallic bustier was ranging drinks along the bar in tall, harshly colored glasses that tinted the fluid inside them: blood red, cyanosis blue, poison green. Even for a New York bartender she worked with an amazingly speedy efficiency-probably helped along by the fact that she had a second set of long, graceful arms to go with the first. Clary was reminded of Luke’s Indian goddess statue.
↳MAGNUS BANE–High Warlock of Brooklyn
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he remembered tessa weeping in his arms in paris and thinking he had never known the loss she felt because he had never loved like she had and that he was afraid that someday he would and like tessa he would lose his mortal love. and that it was better to be the one that died than the one that lived on.
FRIENDSHIPS →MAGNUS BANE&&TESSA GRAY
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