Demon of Dreams (Vesperwood Academy: Incubus Book 1) by Spencer Spears

Author:Spencer Spears [Spears, Spencer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

10

CORY

Iwas starting to feel pretty tired by the end of Haven Selection—all the old books and dust were threatening to send me into an eternal slumber—but we had one more class before I got to rest, and it was the one I’d been dreading ever since Felix had mentioned it this morning: Combat.

I’d never been athletic, strong, or even particularly coordinated. I’d hated gym class, ever since we’d stopped using those little scooters to roll around and play crab-soccer—which was to say, ever since second grade.

It hadn’t helped that my dad had hated how skinny and short I was. He couldn’t believe he’d ended up with a kid with no athletic prowess, and he made sure I knew it. Even the bullies at school had been nicer than he was.

And now I had to do magical combat? I didn’t know what that involved, but I was sure I was going to suck at it. Which would be bad enough, but I had to suck at it in front of other people, too. Probably in front of Sean. Definitely in front of Ash and Felix.

What if I was so pathetic that they didn’t want to hang out with me anymore? And if that sounded like too whiny a concern, my second, much larger worry was that my complete incompetence would get back to Dean Mansur and make him reconsider whether I belonged here. I could get kicked out before I even learned how to control who—or what—I was.

Combat took place outside the mansion, in another building on Vesperwood’s grounds. We took a freshly-shoveled path through the woods to a long, low building with a terracotta roof and broad wooden doors. I could hear waves somewhere in the distance.

“Used to be the stables where the magician housed all the magical creatures he brought in from the far corners of the world,” Ash informed me.

“Or just where he kept his horses,” Felix said. “His regular, everyday horses.”

Ash gave him a disgusted look. “It’s like you want life to be boring.”

They kept bickering as we entered the building, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was too busy taking in what the stables had been turned into.

We stood at one end of a massive room. Wrought iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling in between great wooden crossbeams. The wood floor showed signs of recent polish. Any horse stalls that might once have existed were gone. The place looked like a cross between an ancient armory and a YMCA.

One wall was lined with what looked like props from a Renaissance Faire, only real. Halberds, spears, swords, and lances. Even a two-headed battleaxe that looked like it weighed more than I did.

The other wall was lined with mirrors and a ballet barre. I was struck by the deeply incongruous mental image of doing whatever mortal combat we were about to learn while wearing a pink tutu, and had to swallow my laugh when another student gave me a strange look.

There were blue wrestling mats scattered across the

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