{ snap, shatter, and howl pt. ii: being the sequel to mirror shards } Four months on from the Mandikhor attacks, Sydney Herondale is sure she's done. She's fallen in love (with Matthew Fairchild), she's starting to heal, both literally and metaphorically, from the wounds dealt to her in Romania during her travel year, she's got a flat in the City and with the mystery of her grandfather's identity solved, her research project is done and she can rest now. It's over. Or so she tells herself. You see, Sydney is magic. First that blinding rage when she goes into battle, then her strange ability to go ignored when she doesn't want people looking, and now, suddenly, she's starting to see magic, the ebb and flow and current of it like brushstrokes on Van Gogh's canvas. And if her grandfather's whispered, cryptic words are right, somehow all of these are meant to meld together to make...what? Well, she'd better find out, if she wants to make sure the magic is hers to control and hers alone. Not, of course, that anyone's making that easy.

It's December, James and Cordelia's wedding is approaching, Christopher hasn't seen Pluto face-to-face in nearly a month: they've been separated long-distance since he returned from their shared travels and Pluto had to stay behind. Just as he's settling into the rhythm of writing letters back and forth, Pluto returns in time for the wedding, bringing along a friend and, it quickly turns out, a whole new host of problems. Pluto's return to London has opened a door for yet more entities who want to put their hands on the already war-torn Enclave - players with names unknown, and in a city the size of London, they might be impossible to find. Or, tiny lesbians, mad scientists, and the resurrected vs. the plot of Chain of Iron.

In the aftermath of Dash's disappearance, Pluto wants nothing more than to just hide out down in the Grosvenor Square Laboratory with Christopher and never face the world again. Unfortunately, it's not that simple. Andy's begged Pluto to be the one to find the family that abandoned her in London, leaving her with no knowledge of her Shadowhunter heritage. And when Pluto's bulletin at the Shadow Market dredges up Andy's father with unprecedented speed, the story he tells is far from pretty. It's a story that goes back eight years to Amsterdam, to Pluto's Dutch cousins, and to the frightening possibility that Pluto might not be who - or what - xe thought xe was. Or, small children, detectives, and faeries vs. the plot of The Last Hours.

Pluto did not by any means intend to get into a Portal accident that results in a trip a hundred and twenty years into the past. Naturally, they assume this is just some kind of weird, interdimensional mishap, a wave of unpredictable magic, a couple of misdrawn runes. Christopher has been apprenticed to the man who co-invented Portals for long enough to be pretty sure this isn't the case. Portals fail, but Portal failures don't cause time trips. The problem is there aren't any other reasonable suspects. Actually, that's not the only problem. The holler goblins Pluto dedicated themself to contacting have broken with their reclusive nature and followed them to England, where they're attacking Shadowhunters...and turning up dead. p.s. this is an import from quotev, so if you see it over there, that's what's going on. Or, mad scientists, nonbinary time travelers, and Kentucky goblins vs. the plot of The Last Hours.

{snap, shatter, and howl, pt. i } When Sydney Herondale returns from a year of tour in Romania, she's a very, very different woman from the girl Matthew left behind at the Shadowhunter academy years ago: a new version of Sydney that he finds himself inexplicably falling for. But this is not as simple as it seems: demons attack in broad daylight, James's love life wreaks havoc on everyone else's emotions, and Matthew slowly begins to realize that the Sydney who returned from Romania may understand his own pain better than he thinks... Or, this time, there's someone to stop Matthew from spiraling.