Nothing but Shadows

If I am parted from him I will become distracted by truth and beauty. I know I will.

Uncle Jem, always meant steadfast love.

Perhaps Alastair would be more friendly if he did not associate James with snotty Matthew.

Americans are heartless. I will cry into my pillow every night.”

remember a time, when I was still James Carstairs, when your mother learned—as she thought then—that she could not have children. She was so hurt by that. She thought herself so changed, from all she had thought she was. I told her the right man would not care, and of course your father, the best of men, the only one fit for her, did not.

James would make friends with. James had pictured someone more friendly, more like Cordelia herself.

Uncle Gabriel was already in the courtyard. His face had turned an alarming shade of puce. He was shouting something about thieving Herondales.

Finding a parabatai seemed to James the key to everything, the essential first step to a life where he could be as happy as his father was, be as brilliant a Shadowhunter as his father was, find a love as great as the love his father had found.

Lucie had gone to France with Mother and met Cordelia Carstairs,

“Gabriel will stop fussing about it in a few years.” Father winked one blue eye at James. “Because we will all be driving automobiles by then.”