Book Description: We didn’t know how much we had to lose until we were infected with magic. Sam was in love, Juliette was the main caretaker for her siblings, and Ana and her dad planned the best parties in New York.
But we lost it all when we were shipped to Chebeague, an exclusive school for newly infected mages. Everyone knows about the mages, those who survive the infection and end up with magical abilities. We’ve seen the power of magic, the high-paying jobs, and the world fame. But we never saw the cost. We didn’t know we’d be forced to give up everything: sanity, family, even the right to talk on the phone.
We didn’t know mage was just another word for prisoner.
Stars twinkled through the cracks between branches above me. The hut smelled of dirt and our exertion. Jules lay on the hard ground with her back to me with just one thin blanket covering her. I could see her shivering next to me, poor girl. Poor crazy girl. Here I am, freakishly overheated, and she’s cuddling up to the branches as far away from me as she can get.
I reached into my pack I used as a pillow and pulled out my extra wool blanketCrazy girl , I thought as I pulled the blanket over her. Her eyes flashed open and she skittered a look in my direction, before she closed her eyes and pretended she was asleep. Who’d she think she was kidding? We were close enough that I could see her heartbeat pounding in her throat.
She always tried to seem so tough. So invincible. Even now, when she should be sleeping and finally relaxed, she’d put on a tough face. I scooted closer to her, and pulled the blanket over my own legs so we could share some of the warmth I was exuding. I didn’t want to move too close, because then Juliette would think I meant something by it, or maybe that would insult her by insinuating she needed help. Either way, I’m sure she’d hit me, and my head hurt so much I didn’t think I could stand it.
Slowly she stopped shivering, and I think she fell asleep.
I just lay there, inches away from Juliette, trying desperately to remember what Katie looked like. All I could think about was the shape of Juliette’s hips under the blanket, her long neck so close to mine I could smell her. Juliette’s soft jawline pointed straight to her hair pulled back into a ponytail that tickled my nose.
Think about Katie. She had icy blue eyes, not that golden green that haunts me when I close my eyes. Katie’s hair was a dark blonde, and not this chocolate brown so close I can touch it. Think of Katie. Her caramel skin, her gentle curves. She didn’t have bangs, but she liked her eyeliner. Why am I always such a sucker for a girl in eyeliner?
Katie. Katie. I tried to remember her, remember the way her skin felt underneath my fingertips, the way she always made me feel like I was a part of something special being there with her. My Katie girl.
Hey Katie, I need to move on.
Why did that idea hurt so much? I guess Katie wasn’t the kind of girl I could just move on from. I think memories of Katie will haunt me all my life. She was too kind to me, too loyal. How could I let go of the idea of us, of who we could be? For so long Katie set the guideposts for my life. Somehow, I’d find a way to be with her. Tomorrow I’d call her, and we’d find a way.
I could smell Juliette, feel her breath as it added humidity to the shelter. I couldn’t kid myself anymore. Juliette wasn’t just my friend. There’s something about her, about how free and comfortable I feel around her, that I’ve never felt before, not even with Katie. Being with Verne just made everything better. She made me better. I want to see Juliette be happy, to find a way to heal her of that pain that haunts her.But...
As long as I was thinking about my girls, I didn’t have to think about the Elite.
Who were coming for us.
About the Authors:
Sabrina West, Sheena Boekweg and Melanie Crouse never dreamed they would actually create a book worth publishing when they started writing together. Alchemy was merely supposed to be an exercise in flexibility. And it has been that, but it is so much more. Friendships that span the American continent have been forged, and unforgettable characters have been created. Writing this first book in the Prophecy Breakers was a fun-filled adventure, and we hope that reading it is just as fun for you. Visit us at theprosers.blogspot.com or check out Sheena Boekweg's amazing novel, Funny Tragic, Crazy Magic.
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