Ten original love stories by the reigning queen of romantasy, featuring fan-favorite couples from her #1 Jace and Clary , seeking out an exiled Shadowhunter and learning that love can save the world--or destroy it. Will and Tessa , honeymooning in Paris when a séance sends them down an unexpected path. Simon and Izzy , observing increased demonic activity around New York, on a hilarious urban romp. These are just a few of the beloved couples whose romantic escapades will have you on the edge of your seat across time and storylines from Cassandra Clare’s expansive Shadowhunters series. Don’t miss a chance to reunite with: • Anna and Ari • Emma and Julian • Kieran, Mark, and Cristina • James and Cordelia • Thomas and Alastair • Sebastian and the Seelie Queen • Jocelyn and Luke A love letter to every fan of the Shadowhunter Chronicles, this riveting story collection also includes a sneak peek at The Wicked Powers, the majestic trilogy that will be the grand finale of the entire series!

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Cassandra Clare is the author of the #1 New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and Publishers Weekly bestselling Shadowhunter Chronicles and the New York Times bestselling Sword Catcher. The Shadowhunter Chronicles have been adapted as both a major motion picture and a television series. Her books have more than fifty million copies in print worldwide and have been translated into more than thirty-five languages. Cassandra lives in western Massachusetts with her husband and four fearsome cats.

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**THE INSTANT #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER!

Ten original love stories by the reigning queen of romantasy, featuring fan-favorite couples from her Shadowhunter Chronicles—one of the most popular series of all time, with more than 50 million copies in print worldwide!**

Ten couples. United by love. Divided by danger.

Jace and Clary, seeking out an exiled Shadowhunter and learning that love can save the world—or destroy it. Will and Tessa, honeymooning in Paris when a séance sends them down an unexpected path. Simon and Izzy, observing increased demonic activity around New York, on a hilarious urban romp.

These are just a few of the beloved couples whose romantic escapades will have you on the edge of your seat across time and storylines from Cassandra Clare’s expansive Shadowhunters series. Don’t miss a chance to reunite with:

• Anna and Ari
• Emma and Julian
• Kieran, Mark, and Cristina
• James and Cordelia
• Thomas and Alastair
• Sebastian and the Seelie Queen
• Jocelyn and Luke

A love letter to every fan of the Shadowhunter Chronicles, this riveting story collection also includes a sneak peek at The Wicked Powers, the majestic trilogy that will be the grand finale of the entire series!

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The Good Storm

Everything would have gone perfectly splendidly on Will and Tessa Herondale’s honeymoon, if it hadn’t been for Ragnor Fell’s wedding present.

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been given other odd presents. Henry had given them a squarish object with a button on top that he promised would allow them to walk through walls, but it hadn’t worked yet. Gabriel had given them a lovely silver serving platter whose border was etched with a design of horrifying ducks. Ernie, the proprietor of the Devil Tavern, had given them a bottle of his homemade wine, which they hadn’t gotten up the nerve to try since Will had spilled some and burned a hole in the carpet.

But it was Ragnor’s gift that, when unwrapped, had puzzled them the most. It was a beautiful crystal globe, delicate as a soap bubble, with what looked like green smoke swirling inside it. “Very nice,” Tessa had said, a bit bemused, and Ragnor—who had come by a day after the wedding expressly to deliver the present—had explained that it was an encapsulated wish. “Smash the glass and make a wish, and the wish will come true,” he said, sounding pleased with himself.

“Any wish?” Will had asked, his dark eyebrows sharpening into peaks above his eyes.

“Well, not any wish,” Ragnor had said grumpily. “A wish that is within reason. Do not make wishes that meddle with life and death. That never goes well.”

“What if it wasn’t life and death?” Will persisted. “What if it was—”

“Turning a Silent Brother back into a Shadowhunter?” Ragnor had rubbed wearily at his left horn. He was beginning to look as if he regretted the whole idea of giving them a wedding present in the first place. “No. That is immutable magic. Only Raziel or the powers of Heaven could do such a thing. Really, William, stick to small things. Wish for a new hat.”

Will had seemed disappointed, but not—as Tessa had feared—crushed. He was beginning to accept that certain things could not be changed. She recalled the Will she had met at first, who had seemed at war with everyone and everything in his life, and was glad he had learned to sometimes put down his arms—though he would always battle against injustice and unfairness, and for that, Tessa loved him all the more.

On the train to Paris, they had talked over what they might wish for. Riches? They were already comfortable and did not need anything more. For someone they loved to be happy? But everyone was happy. Will said they should wish for a wonderful honeymoon, and Tessa thought they should save the wish in case of emergency, so they arrived in Paris without having used the globe at all.

Will had booked them a large suite at the Hôtel Meurice on Rue de Rivoli. It was the sort of place that catered to British tourists who wished to have “all the comforts of home,” meaning English breakfasts, a smoking room, and discreet servants. Tessa was assigned a maid, a pleasant girl from Brittany, to help with her clothing and hair; she protested initially, but it was true enough that she could not do up her own dresses without help, and while Will offered to assist, dressing her inevitably distracted him in ways that were very pleasant but not conducive to clothing oneself.

The bedroom itself was otherwise lovely, all dark and light blues, with velvet curtains and a gilded four-poster bed. Tessa was not yet used to sleeping in the same bed as Will, and every night, when they curled up together, she felt as if she were getting away with something, some act of blissful naughtiness that would certainly land them in trouble if they were found out. “We are married, Tessa,” Will would laugh, nuzzling at her unbound hair. “The Angel Raziel himself approves of our union.”

But Tessa still blushed and hid her face, especially when Will did certain things—not that she wanted him to stop doing those things. She was very enthusiastic about them. Which was fortunate, since Will would have spent all their time in bed if left to his own devices. Tessa, however, was determined to see Paris properly. No matter how late into the night they had been sleepless, she would rise in the morning and, giggling, shake a groggy Will awake, forcing coffee on him until he was ready to follow her—clutching her maps and Baedeker guide to Paris—out into the sunlit streets.

Whereupon Will would usually declaim something dramatic. “Let me be taken, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so!” he would announce, throwing up his arms.

“You can quote Romeo and Juliet all you want,” Tessa would say, taking his arm and tucking her own through it. “We’…