All Alec's life he's believed himself unworthy of love. He's watched the people around him find their soulmates, has vowed to protect them no matter what, but what if his entire life has been a lie? When Valentine sets his sights on the oldest Lightwood heir Alec learns that his parents have hidden much more from him than just their involvement in the Circle.
Demonic activity is on the rise and Shadowhunters across the globe have been working past the point of exhaustion to bring the problem under control. When Alec and Izzy stumble on an unusual rift they find themselves pulled into a demonic realm ruled by a tyrannical king. Forced to participate in brutal gladiator games for the king's pleasure, every day is a fight for survival.
The woman dancing on the small stage is beautiful, all dark curly hair and miles of milk chocolate skin on display. She rolls her hips in time to the music, shimmering white shorts catching and refracting the light with every sensual undulation. One long leg curls around a gleaming metal pole and she drapes herself backwards, fingertips brushing the floor in a graceful stretch.
Sometimes she felt so far removed from the world around her she almost believed she would wake up one day to find herself in a different place and time all together. It felt like her soul remembered something her mind couldn't, and the pain lingered even though the memory didn't. (What if Clary never got her memories back?)
It had started with good intentions, as most horrible things do. All it took was a single social media post highlighting their discovery that humanity would face wide-scale extinction within the next century if the problem wasn't brought under control. The Shadow World, in its arrogance, had chuckled at the silly mundanes. They should have paid better attention.
It's July in New York and the AC in the loft is broken. Magnus thinks Alec should wear this little clothing all the time. Mostly self-indulgent smut with feelings because the author is a sap.
Two stunning strangers stumble into Sam's coffee shop and she wonders how people this pretty even exist.
She felt sick. This was not the will of the Angel. It never had been. But she had been taken in by Valentine Morgenstern's charisma, believed his talks of ultimate peace, of eradicating the demonic threat from their world. Maryse Lightwood closed her eyes and prayed for a forgiveness she wasn't sure she deserved.
Izzy finds her girlfriend baking up a storm and takes the time to appreciate just how lucky she is to have Maia in her life. Features apples and all the delicious thinks you can bake with them.
The clave, in their infinite bigotry, was still picking apart everything Alec did, questioning his leadership at every turn and scrutinizing every decision he made. (In which Alec is struggling under the pressure of leadership and Magnus is his shoulder to lean on.)