Ghosts of the Shadow Market

by Cassandra Clare

Anna put it down to Uncle Will and Aunt Tessa’s influence. They seldom let one leave the Institute without a book they felt one simply must read.

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And duck! You really ought to try pressed duck! It’s a great delicacy.” Jem looked at Will, suppressing a smile. His friend glared back, but at last neither of them could hold back their laughter. Will said, “There is nothing so sweet as feasting upon the bones of my enemies. Especially with you at my side.”

Literally laughing with tears streaming down my face

The face of the one you love is the best mirror of all. It shows you your own happiness and your own pain and it helps you to bear both, because to bear either alone is to be overwhelmed by the flood.

Loss was an inevitability of love, pain the inescapable price of joy.

All three had risen in love through their struggles to find happiness—and without the struggle, would the happiness have been so great?

he did not see darkness but the light of a London morning and Will there, smiling at him. A new soul

I am unwell

made of you and Tessa, Will said. I can hardly wait to meet such a paragon. “Do you see him too?” Tessa whispered. “I see him,” Jem said, and he held her even more tightly against him, the new life they had created together between them.

Unwell