Ghosts of the Shadow Market

by Cassandra Clare

“Hello, Lily,” Robert added gruffly. “Who the hell are you?” asked Lily. “My dad,” said Alec. “The Inquisitor. The second most important person in the Clave. Someone you have met at least twenty-six times.” “I don’t recall,” said Lily.

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

Tessa swooped on Kit from behind, ruffling his golden hair with the hand not holding her pastry, on her way to get Jem coffee from the stove. “We’re all lucky you’re here,” she told him. Kit bowed his head, but not before Jem saw his face flush, pleased and shy.

“If you’re asking whether I’m working out my emotional pain through a punishing physical regimen,” said Kit, “my answer is obviously a manly yes.