Son of the Dawn (Ghosts of the Shadow Market #1)

by Cassandra Clare

“I assume you refer to the warlock Magnus Bane. He is a colleague who always has more dealings with Shadowhunters than I approve of.”

RS

The only woman Zachariah had ever loved was a warlock.

Warlock

A boy older than Isabelle was being dumped on their doorstep and was supposed to live with them. Jonathan Wayland, the son of Dad’s parabatai, Michael Wayland. Faraway

Jace

“Can I offer you a coffee?” Maryse said to the vampire in a cool, stilted tone. “I do not drink … coffee,” said the vampire. “Odd,” said Maryse. “I heard you had a delightful coffee with Catherine Ashdown.”

Hihi

It was almost nice to be in one of the sleek Shadowhunter boats again. Brother Zachariah had been in the multi-hulled trimarans as a child on lakes in Idris, and once his parabatai had stolen one and they had rowed it down the Thames.

Thames

New York was a glimmer on the horizon, shining like the lights of the Shadow Market in the dark.

Shadowmarket

Why had he ever fought? Only he remembered. He would not allow himself to forget. Tessa, he thought. Will.

TessaWill

Brother Zachariah stared into the box full of silver powder. It had meant the difference between quick and slow death to him once. He set the fire using a rune known only to the Silent Brothers, a rune meant to burn away harmful magic. Life and death were nothing but ashes in the air.

Jinfen

“What do the initials mean? On your staff. Do all Silent Brothers have them?” They looked together at the staff.

Staff

No, said Jem, because he was always James Carstairs when he spoke of what was dearest to him. Not mine. My parabatai’s. W and H. William Herondale. Will.

Wh

“Maybe a nickname,” Maryse proposed. “What would you think of Jace?” He was silent for a moment, observing Isabelle’s mother carefully from the corner of his eye. At last he offered her a smile, faint and cool as the light in early morning, but growing warm with hope. Jonathan Wayland said: “I think Jace will work.”

Nickname