Ghosts of the Shadow Market

There are more kinds of love than stars, said Brother Zachariah. If you do not feel one, there are many others. You know what it is to care for family and friends. What we keep sacred keeps us safe. Consider that by trying to cut yourself off from the possibility of being hurt, you shut the door on love and live in darkness.

Jem played a song for Will, for all those he loved on the farthest shore, and for his wife and his baby and the boy who was safe in his keeping, here together in this warm small room at home. One day they might be parted, but they could remember this moment and this melody

“Brother Snackariah,” she murmured. “Come here.”

Sometimes, Will, he said, you seem very close.

Jem had not looked for any kindness from this hurt child. It made Jem think that Jonathan Wayland might grow up to be more than a great warrior.

Maybe Jonathan would have a parabatai one day, to teach him the kind of man he wanted to be.

He remembered how, sometimes, it had felt like the music was playing him.

Very poetic. And what are you, Brother Zachariah?

Even where laws are unjust, hearts can find a way to be together.

Even where laws are unjust, hearts can find a way to be together.

. I do not think love can be wrong.”