Ghosts of the Shadow Market

by Cassandra Clare

His parabatai’s name had been a shout into the abyss, a cry that always received an answer. Even in the Silent City, even with the silent howl insisting that Jem’s life was no longer his own but a shared life.

My true love has my heart, and I have his. Never was a fairer bargain made.

Don’t let me see you, and then have to go away into the loneliness that is the world without you. Please, please, keep me. I’ll be good, if you would just keep me.

To Alec, love always meant this: his shining city of eternal light. The land of lost dreams reclaimed, his first kiss and his last.

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