Fledgling by Lula Monk (Hornbrook Academy of the Ozarks, Semester 1)
English | 2019 | Romance | ePUB | 261 Kb
Fledgling : “Every fiber of her being wanted to leave Hornbrook and never look back, but there was too much here, too many unanswered questions. Too much at stake.
This whole “having powers” thing seemed crazy, but Mallory had seen the sparks dripping from Tara’s hands with her own eyes. And some invisible force had pinned Nan’s charred body to the rock face . . .
Mallory didn’t even have powers, and the way rumors seemed to spread on this campus, everyone would know that fact by tomorrow. Lock down or not.
But would knowing Mallory was a powerless fledgling keep them all from blaming her for Nan’s death? She doubted it.
Mallory looked down at the small crescent moon-shaped mark on her left hand, Lugh’s first words to her that morning burning her mind:
Who was she?”
“She skimmed the column again. Shit.
First period: Astronomy with Instructor H.L. Mahlone. Naturally.
Mallory looked up at Ms. Christine, who was standing patiently by her side. “Uhm… not to be problematic, but is there any way I can change this?”
Ms. Christine tilted her head. “What are you interested in changing?”
“Well,” said Mallory slowly. She didn’t want to come across as being petty or needy. “I just heard that Mahlone is a difficult teacher. I’m kind of nervous about taking her class.”
Ms. Christine laughed. “Holly Mahone is a big softy. Whomever you heard that from was just joshing you.”
Joshing me? thought Mallory. This woman was strange, and her euphemisms were ancient.
“Besides,” said Ms. Christine with a delicate sniff of her nose, “you cannot change your courses even if you had a legitimate reason. These courses are mandated on a rotational schedule every two years. This is no changing classes here at Hornbrook.”
Mallory glanced at her schedule. “So you really think Astrology and Botany are going to get me into a top-tier college?”