shadowhunters · cassandra clare · urban fantasy · supernatural · demons · runic magic · secret society · political intrigue · dark fantasy · romance
The streets of New York lie empty beneath the chill of a frozen night. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the rustle of dead leaves as you, you, lift your gaze to the sky. Stormclouds swallow the moon whole, and the first icy raindrop grazes your skin. The air smells of ozone and something else… something supernatural. You feel the weight of the path that brought you here. In this world of shadows, what are you?