Every student, Shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name Herondale. It was Jace’s last name. It was the name of heroes.

To my son,

If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.

Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.

With God on your side, what does luck matter?

Mundane education is regrettably prosaic

Where did you get that?" Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon's poison had eaten a hole in his shirt, leaving a good deal of his left shoulder bare.
"The shirt? At Macy's Winter sale.