I thought of love as a game. It is not a game. It is more serious than death.

I want my people to be protected, strong, and not to be driven into corners until they either become killers or are killed!

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

To my son,

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

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

With God on your side, what does luck matter?