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Second year at the North American Magics Academy. Or, as almost everyone calls it, Sorrowfeld Academy. Where allies and enemies change and shift, and being stabbed in the back and murdered is way too close to the norm.
What do you do when you survive the first year, much to the shock of far too many people? If you’re me, you go on vacation to drive around the country with my former roommate, a former ally, and a former enemy.
Just four young dragon shifters looking to relax and take on the world before we’re thrown into the woodchipper that is the academy. Where everyone around you plans your death, all to drain you of magic to add to their own.
Except summer passes quickly. Inexorably. Leading us towards the second year before any of us are ready for it. Second year…and changes.
When you go here, changes aren’t good. They tend to lead to deaths.
Except we don’t have a choice.
I may be a freak of a dragon shifter, with magic that doesn’t fit into the known affinities, white hair stripes and eyes, and a human hybrid shifting form, but even I have my limits. And this second year may be hitting them.
Classes. Classmates. Rumors. The trial. They’re my world as I struggle to get by as a former stricken. A former boogieman to the magical community. It’s not bad enough that our world teaches us that we have to be out for ourselves above everyone else, but then I get the added pressure of automatically being considered prey by everyone around me due to what my parents did to me.
I’ve faced betrayal since I was nine and my parents pounded bladed eye patches called mortmagi into my skull and took away my eyes and my power. Yet I’m free, healed, and I have my magic again. Which means I have a fighting chance.
Except here? Betrayal is a way of life and I’m just a sippy cup of power to too many of my classmates.
My name is Maddie Stricken, and Sorrowfeld Academy won’t be the death of me. Not if I have anything to say about it.