Cast Long Shadows (Ghosts of the Shadow Market, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

Brother Zachariah had left Shanghai when he was a child, and London when he was seventeen, to go to the Silent City, where there was no acknowledgment of time passing save that the ashes of more warriors were laid down. Still he remembered the celebrations of the New Year in his human life, from egg nog and fortune-telling in London to the setting off of fireworks and nibbling of moon dumplings in Shanghai.

Nobody could be expected to embrace a Silent Brother, and these people would not be likely to take pleasure in the appearance of any Shadowhunter at all.

He ran up to Brother Zachariah, threw an exuberant arm about his neck, and ducked his head under the hood of the Silent Brother to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Matthew liked to take care of people, and he was good at it.

You must be careful at the Market. They sell heartbreak as well as dreams.

Sometimes it seemed like her face was all the heart he had left.

He could not do much for her, but he had once promised to spend his life guarding her from the very wind from heaven. He intended to keep his word in that at least.

Will has always been my favorite too, Jem agreed solemnly.

Brother Zachariah watched him laugh, and foreboding crept into his heart.

He experienced sudden fear for Matthew, for all of the shining beloved children belonging to his dear friends.

he and Will had been through fire and b...

His generation had suffered so they could bring the next one forth into a better world, but now it occurred to Jem that those children, taught to expect love and walk fearless through shadows, would be shocked...

Pray disaster nev...

Matthew loved his father beyond reason,

Some would say only a shallow river could flash so bright.

Many people thought his eyes were dark like his mama’s, but they were not. They were such a dark green that they fooled people, except when light struck the dark a certain way and the depths flashed emerald. Like the rest of him, his eyes were a trick.

When Uncle Jem said something, you believed it: he was that kind of person.

Matthew want to prove himself to James. He was not sure he ever truly had.

Matthew did not know how Mr. Gideon Lightwood could live with himself.

“This is why we are chosen warrior partners, because we share such a perfect bond of sympathy. Come to me, Jamie, that we might share a manly embrace.”

“Alastair was jealous. Mr. Herondale came rushing to Jamie’s defense, and nobody came for Alastair.”

Gideon had been helping his mother.

When you were born, you already had the dearest fair lovelocks. I called her Aunt Matty. I never told you, because I thought you might not like to be named for a

“I wish you could have known your great-great aunt. She was very like you. She was the sweetest woman God ever made,”

He was the one who had chosen to distrust his mother. He had fed his mother poison with his own hands. He was not a fool. He was a villain.

Such a secret is like keeping treasure in a tomb. Little by little, poison eats away at the gold. By the time the door is opened, there may be nothing left but dust.

Zachariah’s heart fell.

It would be a long time, Brother Zachariah knew, before there could be any comfort for Matthew Fairchild.

Matthew could not have loved either of them more dearly.

He knew he could not be forgiven.

Tessa stood with him in the hall, and touched his hand before he went.

The sweetest woman God ever made, he had heard Henry say earlier. Jem loved Charlotte, but he had his own image of the sweetest this world could offer.

She was always his anchor in cold seas, her warm hand, her steadfast eyes, and it was as if a flame leaped between them and a mad hope. For a moment Jem was as he had been. It seemed possible to be together in sorrow, united as family and friends were, to sleep under the Institute roof and go down in the mor...

He thought: Yes, ask m...

Good-bye, Tessa, he said. He could not. They both knew he could not. She swallowed, her long lashes screening the shine of her eyes. Tessa was always brave. She would not let him take a memory of her tears back to the Silent City, but she called him by the name she was always ...

Brother Enoch had made it clear he was tired of two names ceaselessly echoing in their minds.

Brother Zachariah looked up from shadow and saw Will Herondale, head of the London Institute. He carried a walking stick that had once been Zachariah’s, before Zachariah took a staff into his hands.

He was not dead. He had felt when they made him a Silent Brother as if he had been cut open, and all things inside him ripped out.

“Carry it a while,” said Will. “It lightens my heart to see you with it. We could all do with lighter hearts tonight.”

Where shall I carry it? “Wherever you please. I thought I would walk with you a little way, my parabatai.” How far? asked Jem. Will smiled. “Need you ask? I will go with you as far as I possibly may.”

Perhaps there was more hope and less sorrow in store for Matthew Fairchild than he feared.

None knew better than Jem that someone could be not fully known yet ...

New streetlights showed Will’s and Jem’s silhouettes, walking together through their city, as they had of old. Even though both knew they must part.

A new age was beginning.