“I imagine that it will not be easy to persuade Mortmain into a bonnet," Magnus observed. "Though the color would be fetching on him."Henry burst into laughter. "Very droll, Mr. Bane.""Please, call me Magnus.""I shall!”

“I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' - Magnus Bane”

“..who would win in a fight.Dumbeldore from harry potter or Magnus Bane."Dumbledore would totally win"said the first one."he has the badass killing curse."The second lycanthorpe made a trenchant point."Dumbeldore isn't real""I don't think magnus Bane is real either.”

“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.”

“And in addition to its practical uses, it would seem to work for cosmetic purposes. This powder would make my very skin glimmer for eternity."Henry frowned. "Not eternity," he said, but then he brightened. "But I could make you up another batch whenever you please!""I could shine at will!" Magnus grinned at Henry.”

“Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane.""They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down.""Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.”