“Your father and I both warned you that there were consequences for using your powers. Mom just sighed and pulled out the beat-up trunk we’d bought at The Salvation Army.
“He got his memory back eventually,” I said. You tried to make forget about a test in Arizona.” That boy with the broken arm in Delaware, and that teacher
“It wasn’t just that one girl, Soph, and you know it.
Mom had spent most of the flight pretending to be asleep, probably to avoid looking at my sullen expression. The thought had been bugging me since the first time I’d read the brochure,īut I hadn’t had a chance to bring it up. “I still don’t see how helping one girl find a date imperiled other witches,” I said, squinting at my mom as we reached into the trunk for my stuff. Their abilities, and therefore imperiled Prodigium society as a whole. The purpose of Hecate Hall is to protect and instruct shapeshifter, witch, and fae children who have risked exposure of So I should have had it memorized, but I kept holding on to it and compulsively reading it, like it was my wubby or something: I’d already read the brochure four times on the plane from Vermont to Georgia, twice on the ferry ride to Graymalkin Island, just off the coast of Georgia (where, I learned, Hecate had been built in 1854), and once as our rental car had rattled over the shell and gravel driveway that led from the shore to the school’s parking lot. In front of me loomed Hecate Hall, which, according to the brochure clutched in my sweaty hand, was “the premier reformatory institution for Prodigium adolescents.” “I always wondered what it would be like to live in somebody’s mouth.” Sunglasses like some sort of carnivorous jungle plant. Thanks to the humidity, my hair felt like it “Awesome,” I murmured, sliding my sunglasses on top of my head. I stepped out of the car and into the hot thick heat of August in Georgia.
0 kommentar(er)
