This is set in 2015. I wrote this before The Dark Artifices/The Last Hours/Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy came out, sorry if something is different if you're reading this after they are published. He arrives mysteriously in New York where he is found by the New York Institute Shadowhunters. Except he's been dead for 78 years. (My bios are really bad. Just try the story.) Almost all characters and ideas are Cassandra Clare's. The pictures on the cover are Cassandra Jean's, though the collage was done by me. ~Natalie

Once upon a time I decided it would be a good idea to bring Gabriel and Gideon Lightwood back from the grave as ghosts Turns out it wasn't such a good idea... Now they want to offer the younger generation of Lightwoods advice on life... and there's nothing I can do about it. They've taken over this book, and through a course of both slowly maddening and slowly updated chapters, they will expain to you how exactly you should live your lives. Note: seriously, I know most people don't, but just in case do not take offence in anything said in this story, if something offensive is said chances are it's either not meant literally or directed towards me.