“How is your son? Cat, is it?” “Kit. He’s a good boy. Growing like a sprout. Quick hands, very useful in my line of work.” “You have your child picking pockets?” “Some of that. Some passing on trifles like keys. Some sleight of hand. All sorts. He’s multitalented.” “Isn’t he about ten years old?” Magnus asked. Johnny shrugged. “He’s very advanced.” “Clearly.”
—The Red Scrolls of Magic (2019), Cassandra Clare










