A Curse of Fire (Fae Academy Book 1) by Shade Sophia

Author:Shade, Sophia [Shade, Sophia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Evershade Publishing
Published: 2018-01-11T05:00:00+00:00

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“Class,” Professor Silvers says as we take our seats in Fae Court Politics. “We have a…very…special guest.” It’s as though it actually hurts her to get the words out. “Lord Ralnor, a noble from the Unseelie court. Let’s give him a round of applause.”

Lord Ralnor enters the room, his dark robes casting ominous shadows across his absurdly pale skin. His robes aren’t any darker than Professor Silvers, yet something about Lord Ralnor gives me a bad feeling.

“This should be good,” Caleb whispers to me.

Over the last couple of weeks, he’s been sitting next to me in class instead of behind me. Dannika sits on my other side.

My understanding so far of the Seelie and Unseelie courts, from what I’ve gleaned from class, is that the world is almost perfectly divided, number-wise, between the two courts. And here at Callador, people from both courts are welcome, but there is a clear bias toward the Seelie court. Seelie Fae make up about two-thirds of the student body. Of the professors, only about a fourth of them are Unseelie courtiers. And among the Seelie professors, there is an obvious disdain for all things Unseelie.

I appreciate Lord Ralnor’s visit, since none of my professors this year are Unseelie court members, so I think my education on this topic is a little one-sided. Most of what I know about it comes from Caleb, though he is admittedly biased in the other direction, being a prince and all. I don’t really know who to believe. But since the only sick students are Seelie, it would stand to reason that an Unseelie might be behind the illness. Maybe I can draw some sort of information about this out of our special guest speaker.

“Fall is upon us, dear students,” Lord Ralnor says. “‘That time of year thou mayst in me behold; When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang; Upon those boughs which shake against the cold; Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.’

“When describing the loveliest time of year, who could compete with the words of the Bard himself? Who certainly was influenced by a ‘Dark Lady’ from the Unseelie Court?”

Several of my Unseelie classmates chuckle at that. Shakespeare comes up a lot around here.

“Perhaps I should just open the floor to questions,” he says. “I’m sure your education on the Unseelie court is lacking. There must be many things you want to know.”

I raise my hand, along with several others, but he calls on a student named Blazyn, an Unseelie fire elemental.

“Thank you, my lord,” she says. “The Unseelie king recently announced that Prince Grant would be Lord of the Season. What do you think about that?”

“Wonderful choice,” Lord Ralnor says. “Prince Grant will be the perfect person to oversee the fall festivities. Anyone else? Yes, you in the back.” He points to Aidan, an Unseelie air elemental.

“What do you think about the recent trade agreement between the goblins and the dwarves?”

“This agreement has been a long time in the making,

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