He was tired of waiting for the next thing to fall dead at his feet. The next time a new horror struck and he had to accept it, fight it, live through it – he was tired of knowing those horrors would keep coming. Everything else just a moment of rest between them. Time was never kind. Relentless and cruel and taking, taking, taking until Magnus felt he had nothing left to take.

Magnus Bane in Janus by reviate

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