|Cast Long Shadows|
|Release Date|| May 8, 2018 (ebook)|
2019 (print edition)
| Released after|
Son of the Dawn
| Released before|
Every Exquisite Thing
Cast Long Shadows is the second short story in Ghosts of the Shadow Market: An Anthology of Tales, co-written by Cassandra Clare and Sarah Rees Brennan.
Matthew Fairchild is the Consul's son and the golden-haired boy of the Nephilim. He has the love of his family and his parabatai James Herondale, and nothing to wish for, except excitement and artistry and beauty that do not seem to fit in with a warrior's way of life. Matthew gets more than he bargained for at the Shadow Market, where he commits the greatest sin of his life—something he can never tell his parabatai, or any of the honorable Shadowhunters around him.
Listed by order of appearance (mentions separate):
- Brother Zachariah
- Matthew Fairchild
- Will Herondale
- Thomas Lightwood
- Alastair Carstairs
- Catarina Loss
- Ragnor Fell
- Charles Fairchild
- Charlotte Fairchild
- Henry Branwell
- Gideon Lightwood
- Mr. Oscar Wilde
- James Herondale
- Lucie Herondale
- Christopher Lightwood
- Tessa Gray
“Does Uncle Will know you are in London?” asked Matthew. “Are you going to see him? If Uncle Will finds out you were in London and did not come to call, and I knew about it, that will be curtains for me! Young life cut off in its prime. A bright flower of manhood withered untimely. You might think of me and my doom, Uncle Jem, you really might.”
Might I? asked Brother Zachariah. It was fairly obvious what Matthew was angling to know.
“It would also be very kind of you if you refrained from mentioning that you saw me at the Shadow Market?” Matthew wheedled, with his engaging smile and a distinct air of apprehension.
Silent Brothers are terrible gossips as a rule, said Brother Zachariah. For you, though, Matthew, I will make an exception.
“Thanks, Uncle Jem!” Matthew linked his arm with Jem’s. “I can see we are going to be great friends.”
It must be a horrible contrast for the Market to behold, Jem thought, seeing this bright and happy boy hanging so carelessly off the arm of a Silent Brother, hooded and cloaked and all but shrouded in darkness. Matthew seemed blissfully unaware of the incongruity.
I believe we will be, said Jem.
“My cousin Anna says the Shadow Market is tremendous fun,” said Matthew happily. “Of course you know Anna. She’s always tremendous fun herself, and has the best taste in waistcoats in London. I met some very agreeable faeries who invited me, and I thought I would come see.”
Instead Alastair said: "Who are you to play the moralist, talking about tricks and papas, considering the circumstances of your birth?"
Matthew frowned. "What on earth are you driveling about, Carstairs?"
"Everyone talks about your mama and her unwomanly pursuits," said awful, unthinkable worm Alastair Carstairs. Matthew scoffed but Alastair raised his voice, persisting. "A woman cannot be a good Consul. Nevertheless your mother can continue her career, of course, since she has such strong support from the powerful Lightwoods."
"Certainly our families are friends," said Matthew. "Are you unfamiliar with the concept of friendship, Carstairs? How tragic for you, though understandable on the part of everyone else in the universe."
Alastair raised his eyebrows. "Oh, great friends, no doubt. Your mama must require friends, since your papa is unable to play a man’s part."
"I beg your pardon?" said Matthew.
"Odd that you were born so long after your papa’s terrible accident," Alastair said, all but twirling an imaginary moustache. "Strange that your papa’s family will have nothing to do with you, to the extent of demanding that your mother renounce her married name. Remarkable that you bear no resemblance to your papa, and your coloring is so like Gideon Lightwood’s."
His mama said his papa had such a dear, friendly, freckled face. Matthew had always wished he looked like him.
But he didn’t.
Matthew said, his voice strange in his own ears: "I do not understand what you mean." "Henry Branwell is not your father," spat Alastair. "You are Gideon Lightwood’s bastard. Everybody knows it but you."
Tessa was always brave. She would not let him take a memory of her tears back to the Silent City, but she called him by the name she was always careful not to call him, when anybody but they could hear. “Goodbye, Jem.”
Matthew pressed his palm against James’s linen shirt, over the steady beat of his loyal heart. Then Matthew clenched his hand into a fist.
He could not tell him. He could never do it.
- This installment is set in 1901, with a 15-year-old Matthew.
- This will be the first story in the print edition instead of Son of the Dawn.
- The title of the story is taken from the proverb "old sins cast long shadows", which hints at the story's content.