*cassandra clare

“This is a podwer that when applied to the air causes ghosts to become visible,” Henry said.
Magnus tilted the jar of shining grains up to the lamp admiringly, and when Henry beamed in an encouraging fashion, Magnus removed the cork.
“It seems very fine to me,” he said, and on a whim he poured it upon his hand. It coated his brown skin, gloving one hand in shimmering luminescence. “And in addition to its practical uses, it would seem to work for cosmetic purposes. This podwer 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.

Magnus Bane, ladies and gentlemen. Looking better in glitter than a glitter dress itself since 1878.

Best known for co-creating the Portal. Actually invented glitter.

Come on, Alec,” she said. “The truth is that Shadowhunters and Downworlders aren’t meant to be together. You and Bane are a disgrace. But you can’t just be content with the Clave letting you pervert your angelic lineage. No, you have to force it on the rest of us.” “Really?” said Kieran, who Kit had nearly forgotten was there. “You all have to sleep with Magnus Bane? How exciting for you.” “Shut up, faerie dirt,” said Zara. “You’ll learn. You’ve picked the wrong side, you and those Blackthorns and Jace Herondale and that ginger bitch Clary—
Fiction is truth, even if it is not fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.
—  Arthur Blackthorn in Lord of Shadows by Cassandra Clare
He wondered if you could be exhausted without knowing it, if hope could be lost not all at once but could slip away gradually, day by day, and vanish before you ever realised.
—  Magnus Bane, What To Buy The Shadowhunter Who Has Everything (And Who You’re Not Officially Dating Anyway) (The Bane Chronicles #8) by Cassandra Clare