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Chatoyant College

Chapter 4: The Haunted Sticker

Corrie’s discomfort didn’t decrease as much as she thought it should have when her dad finally dropped her off on campus and she ran through the rain, protecting the half a bagel in her jacket pocket. Not only was her hair soaked, but when she reached her room, it was empty. She tried not to worry about Edie as much as she used to, but even though she and Leila had made a truce—one that hadn’t been broken in the last two weeks since Leila had fought and practically killed her own sister to keep Edie safe—she still couldn’t completely trust the faerie.

Chapter 3: Embarrassment

Corrie picked at the bagel in front of her, pulling out one of the raisins. She lifted it to her mouth and nibbled at it, still staring at her plate. It was quiet in the coffee shop, the loudest sound the hiss of the heavy rain hitting the roof and the sidewalk outside. The view was even distorted from rain running down the window.

Chapter 2: A Picnic

The rain was pouring down all around them, but the huge maple’s branches, though they were totally nude of leaves, seemed to protect them. Of course, Edie was pretty sure it wasn’t the branches that were offering the protection—it was Leila’s magic (though it had been Edie’s umbrella that sheltered them between Gilkey and this tree).

“So what’s the big surprise?” Edie said, leaning against the tree. Its bark was rough but still welcoming, and it seemed to invite her to rest.

Bonus Story: Rolling Her Bones

Professor Lal sealed the door to what hadn’t been a refuge for quite a long time behind her, the stone rumbling into place with a groan. She dropped the human seeming with a sigh that wasn’t fit to be on the lips of an immortal and took in the chaos swirling in the middle of what had once been her nice, quiet home.

Chapter 1: Get Our Blood Moving

Sunday, October 26

“But it doesn’t make sense!” Dawn complained, gesturing violently at her physics homework. She was sitting in Rico’s bed, curled up with her shoulders leaning against his chest. They were both looking at the textbook open on the mattress and the marked-up assignment she was doing her best not to wrinkle in her annoyance.

“Of course it does,” Rico said soothingly. He flipped a page in the textbook and pointed at a line of text. “See, the vector—”

Prologue: The Dream

The faeries were laughing at her.

They were watching her from above. All gathered around the table, eating and drinking their delicious food, and pausing to laugh at her.

She didn’t understand why they were laughing at her. She didn’t want to join them. She knew they were better than her, and she really didn’t need to be with them. She would rather get away, be among her own kind.

But she was walking toward them, walking without moving, and that didn’t make sense either. What were they doing to her?

Book 7

Bonus Story: Metamorphosis

Adora stretches the wings uncertainly. They feel wet and heavy against her back, lying there lifelessly, but as she finds the muscles that attach to them and flex, they lift away, and seem to gain energy, though they are still heavy. “Are you sure this is the way it’s supposed to be?”

Lal laughs, not unkindly. “No. But I was expecting something like this. You were a caterpillar before. Now you’re a butterfly.”

mjkj's bonus story: Diana and Don

Diana walked nervously into the classroom, clutching her backpack. This was her first day taking magic. She was a sophomore, but everyone she knew had talked so much about how cool the intro to magic course was, she’d finally let the curiosity get the better of her and signed up.

Chapter 72: Just In Case

Leila immediately walked inside, her long legs carrying her across the rooms in a matter of seconds. Ignoring everyone else in the room, she sat on the bed and took Edie’s hand in hers. For a moment the two of them just smiled at each other silently. Corrie watched Leila carefully, but she didn’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary.

“Oh, Edith, I am so sorry,” Leila finally said, the words tumbling out of her in a rush. “If I had realized it was my sister—”

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