Like all Herondales, his ability to love without measure, without end, was both his great gift and his great curse.

That was the last cruel irony of Tobias’s life: that he doomed the woman he would have died to save.

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?