The first female of her kind, Avalon Clementine, is painfully cursed to turn into her dragon form every night. Avalon has so many questions about who she is and why her parents abandoned her days after she was born.
It seems as if someone has been listening and she may get a chance to learn about her past, but at what price? Will the all boys school of Spearwood Academy really help her? Will she even survive the first week?
Excerpt:
As I step out of the jet and onto the ground, the elegance of the school doesn’t distract me from the fact that no snow lays anywhere in sight; I’m comfortably warm. How’s that possible? I look up at the sky covered with snow clouds. Snow falls from fat, dark clouds, but none of it touches the ground.
“Are we under a dome?” I ask, looking back at Mr. Perlow. Triton, stands next to him holding my suitcases. He rolls his eyes, as if I’m supposed to know everything about the new world I’m stepping into.
“In a way, yes. We have a magical barrier around us. It keeps us shielded from these nasty elements and guards us against unwanted peering eyes.” I frown. What could that mean, ‘peering eyes’?
“Magical?” I guess magic can be possible, I turn into a dragon at night. Anything is possible.
“We have set up a class for you, so you can learn all about the other aspects of us. Since you didn’t grow up within the families, you never were able to learn about the magic we use.”
I am going to learn about magic? “Are you talking about Harry Potter style magic?”
Perlow starts to walk towards the set of triple wide doors, the entrance to the school. He laughs. “No.”
The entrance has a stone archway over it. In the stone, five engraved dragons surround what looks to be an artistic interpretation of the sun—a swirl, with six triangles circling it. We stop in front of the closed doors. Triton nearly bumps into me. I turn back to look at him, only to see a flush on his cheeks. Perlow claps his hands. The doors open and two male servants in suits are holding them. “Welcome back, Mr. Perlow,” they say, as we walk over the threshold.
I look at the servant on the right. Something about him pulls me. He looks like he’s Korean, but his eyes are what take me off guard. One emerald and one sapphire. He almost makes me stumble over myself; I can’t stop looking at him. He gives me a soft smile and bows at the waist.
“Isn’t our atrium magnificent?” Perlow asks.
I pull myself away from the servant with the breathtaking eyes and look around at the entrance of the school. I look up at the ceiling, it seems to go on forever, but the small hint of shimmering glass gives it away. Like one massive skylight. I see the sun starting to shine through the thick, dark clouds.
The floor, made of white marble with painted gold squares scattered across it; the walls are the same white marble. They seamlessly meld with each other. In the center of the room stands a statue of a man wearing armor, a cape, and a crown. I look up at his face, stern and cold.
“That is the leader of our families; the man who prayed, and made it possible for us to have the gift to turn into dragons. Without him, we would have none of our riches.”
“I wouldn’t call this a gift,” I mumble. All three of them turn to me and I feel as if I have hit a mute button. A pin could drop right now and it will echo off the walls.
Mr. Perlow looks away from me and clears his throat.
“We’ll do a quick tour of the school, up to the dorms, and then we will show you where your private rooms are. Mr. Lennox, do you want me to have Jessica carry those bags for you?”
I almost forgot that Triton has been holding my bags. I turn to him. “I can take them.” I reach for them, but he pulls them away.
“I can carry them. I don’t mind.” The tone of his voice makes me feel as if he is doing it to prove a point, but I have no idea why he would have to do that.
“Right then, if you’ll come this way, we will be coming up on the ballroom. This is where we hold most parties and functions. It’s normally reunions for alumni, but on occasion we have charity events.”
I look back to get one last glance at the boy with the pretty eyes, but he has disappeared.
