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School for Sorcery

School for Sorcery

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by E. Rose Sabin

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Winner of the Andre Norton Gryphon Award

Welcome to the Leslie Simonton School for the Magically Gifted. A school where students can expect the unexpected. But be careful. At this school the final exam could be a real...killer.


Winner of the Andre Norton Gryphon Award

Welcome to the Leslie Simonton School for the Magically Gifted. A school where students can expect the unexpected. But be careful. At this school the final exam could be a real...killer.

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“[A] most enjoyable book!” —Joan Aiken

“This is a most enjoyable book! It belongs to a genre of stories I adored when I was young; books such as A Girl of Limberlost and Anne of Green Gables. Tria, the heroine of A School for Sorcery, is faced with an outsized tussle: her elegant, spiteful roommate has a habit of turning into a black panther at times of stress, a hostile male student summons fearsome entities known as the Dire Women, and the whole sorcery course looks as if it will come to a cataclysmic end until Tria manages to call upon unexpected reserves of power. This is an elegant, complicated story, at times running into parallel action to perplex the pursuing reader. E. Rose Sabin is a writer to look out for.” —Joan Aiken, author of The Wolves of Willoughby Chase

“J. K. Rowling introduced us to the charms and secrets of Hogwarts; now E. Rose Sabin opens up a school for teens who posses equal talents. A School for Sorcery is an excellent study of teens and magic in a very unusual school.” —Andre Norton, SFWA Grand Master

Publishers Weekly
The teenage heroine of Sabin's 1992 Gryphon Award winner, Tria Tesserell, a country-mouse first-year student at the Lesley Simonton School for the Magically Gifted, is faced with three onerous tasks: befriending her unprincipled and talented roommate, Lina, learning to tame and use her own considerable magical powers and rescuing her love interest from the clutches of second-years Oryon and Kress and their demonic thralls. To make things worse, the faculty have made a deal to stay out of the conflict with Oryon and Kress, leaving Tria armed only with a few tentative friendships and what little she can remember from her sleep-inducing classes. As she and her fellow students-most of whom are little more than plot points with names-go from classroom to school dance to interdimensional corridor, they encounter a number of genuinely interesting concepts and creatures; but Sabin seems determined to fit everything into one book (in a break from recent trends, she ties off every possible loose end, leaving no room for sequels) and the most intriguing aspects of the school end up sadly undeveloped. The story has its charms, but it's so easy to follow and predict that the plot twists don't and the surprise ending isn't. The 12-and-under set will appreciate the uncomplicated tale, snippets of magical boarding-school life and happy ending, but only if they've yet to encounter J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter books, which outclass this one by a substantial margin. (Sept. 12) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Harry Potter fans rejoice! This novel is a must for every library serving them. In this book, Tria, the main character, is sent to the Leslie Simonton School for the Magically Gifted. When she arrives, she is taken aback by the appearance of the school, the professors, and the other students. It certainly does not look like a place that would be beneficial to anybody, let alone to those with special gifts. But Tria is confronted with adventures almost immediately, and must deal at once with a spiteful, nasty roommate who has a strange tendency to turn into a black panther when she is upset, other students who also have strange and unusual gifts, and professors who are not what they seem. As the story progresses, Tria is confronted by Oryon, a male student who is intent on summoning evil forces, and eventually on putting everyone into grave danger, most of all Tria. As one nasty event leads into another, it is only Tria who is going to be able to save the school and her classmates. To do so, she must confront the evil that Oryon has unleashed, and find a way to triumph. With the help of her friends and some very unlikely allies, she emerges victorious from a cataclysmic battle. The story doesn't end after the battle however; Tria must continue on in the school, and must prepare for graduation. At the graduation ceremony, Tria is saddened by the special gifts that are given to all the others as she sees that there is not much left for her. It is only when she takes a close look at what she receives that she realizes what she has been given. The reader is left with the satisfying feeling that the story has come full circle. Tria is an intriguing character, and a sequel would be welcome sothat readers could follow her as she steps into adulthood with her gifts. This is an excellent choice for those who ask, after they read Harry Potter, "What can I read next?" KLIATT Codes: JS*-Exceptional book, recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2002, Tor, Starscape, 318p., Ages 12 to 18.
— Nancy Chrismer
Children's Literature
Tria Tesserell is an admirable heroine who leaves her rural home to attend the Lesley Simonton School for the Magically Gifted. The school brochure shows a beautiful, new campus. What Tria actually finds is quite different. That reality is not always what it seems is the first of many lessons she learns. She also discovers that what happens in life is an accumulation of the choices made along the way and that people may be imprisoned by their own distorted perceptions. The book is off to a promising start when Tria meets her intimidating roommate who can become a panther at will. Suddenly there is great evil afoot and it falls to Tria, with minimal help or guidance, to resolve the situation. The challenges she faces seem to go on and on and on and on. They become convoluted and difficult to follow. When Tria and the villain die, they have cast off shadows of themselves who have been fighting battles on other planes. The shadows take over and continue the lives of those who died. The ending feels abrupt. After all the stormy drama, Tria easily rescues her roommate. Then she is on her way to her graduation ceremony, having completed her three-year program in two. Although this book is the sort that often begins a series, all its loose ends seem tied up . The author, who won the Andre Norton Gryphon award for the manuscript of this book, is a former teacher who now writes fantasy and science fiction. 2003 (orig. 2002), Starscape, Ages 10 to 18.
— Janet Crane Barley

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Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
A School for Sorcery Series , #1
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First Edition
Product dimensions:
5.18(w) x 7.62(h) x 0.81(d)
Age Range:
10 - 18 Years

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A School for Sorcery

By E. Rose Sabin

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2002 E. Rose Sabin
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-8025-8



"Tria! Tria, come into the house right away!"

Tria looked up from her egg gathering and saw her mother standing at the back door, shouting the summons. Whatever she wanted, it must be something serious. She never allowed Tria to leave her chores undone.

"Coming," she called back as she added two last eggs to those already in the basket.

She walked fast, carrying the basket carefully so as not to break the eggs.

"Run!" her mother called again.

Something terrible must have happened. With one hand over the eggs to keep them from bouncing, Tria ran.

"What is it?" she panted when she reached her mother. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," her mother said, taking the basket of eggs. "Come inside, quickly, before your father sees us."

Her father was mending fences in the far field. She thought it unlikely that he would return for some time, and he certainly could not see the house from where he was working. Puzzled by her mother's unwarranted concern, she followed her in through the screen door and waited impatiently while her mother set the basket of eggs on the kitchen counter and led the way into the small living room.

"There!" Her mother pointed to a thick, white envelope that lay facedown on the small table by the sofa, a circle of red sealing wax closing its flap. "It's for you."

"For me?" Tria stared stupidly at the envelope and wondered who could be sending her a letter. She knew very few people outside of this small town where she had lived since her birth. In all her sixteen years she had never received a real letter, though friends had sent postcards, and farm-supply catalogs and quotes for hog and poultry prices arrived regularly for her father, while her mother occasionally got a letter from distant relatives in Wickton in Plains Province as well as a brief note from Kate, Trias older sister, who lived in the next town.

"Pick it up and open it," her mother urged, her face alight with eagerness.

Tria reached for it slowly as though afraid it might vanish or dissolve when she touched it. She turned it over and saw her name written in elegant black script: Miss Tria Fay Tesserell. Below it was inscribed the name of the town. "Carey," it read, "Inland Province, Arucadi." The postal mark on the letter indicated that it came from Castlemount Province, and Tria was certain that no one in the family knew anyone from that far away.

She couldn't break the wax seal with her short fingernails. Her mother handed her a letter opener, and with it Tria lifted the seal, opened the flap, and drew out a letter and a colorful brochure. The letterhead said in fancy lettering, The Lesley Simonton School for the Magically Gifted.

Intrigued, she read the letter.

Dear Miss Tesserell, it began formally.

It has come to the attention of the Lesley Simonton School that you are among the minority of Arucadis population who are Gifted with magical powers. You are surely aware of the importance of receiving training in the use of those powers. The Simonton School specializes in helping untrained Talents like yourself develop your powers within the ethical guidelines set forth by the Community of the Gifted. We prepare our students to take places of responsible leadership in a society that has all too frequently been intimidated by those with special Gifts. It is our earnest hope that you will consider joining our student body in the forthcoming academic year, which begins on the first day of Harvest Month.

The enclosed brochure will provide you with full information about the school, its distinguished faculty, the course offerings, and tuition costs, as well as an application form that you should complete and return immediately if you decide to take advantage of this unique opportunity.

Because an Adept who performs special services for us from time to time has determined through divination that you are a suitable candidate for Simonton School, you need only send with the application a down payment of 25 triums toward your first years expenses, and your acceptance is assured.

Sincerely yours,

Miryam Vedreaux, Headmistress

Tria looked up from the letter and saw her mother watching her with an odd intensity.

"Momma, did you know about this?" Holding back the brochure, she handed her mother the letter.

Her mother read through it quickly and nodded, smiling. "I mentioned to a friend that I would so like to see you trained in your gifts, and she told me about the school and got me their address. I wrote without really expecting any response. But when the letter arrived, I knew —" She broke off and handed the letter back to Tria, her hand shaking. "This is what I've wanted for you. Tria, this is your chance, probably your only chance, to become what you are meant to be, what your gifts tell me that you should be."

Tria had never seen her mother so animated. Her careworn face suddenly acquired an unsuspected beauty. For the first time Tria caught a glimpse of her mother as she must have been long years ago, before she had married a farmer and set aside her own special talents to conform to her husband's expectations of what a farm wife should be — and should not be.

"Poppa will never let me go," she said. "He wouldn't even consider letting me go to the Harnor Trade School to study modern farming methods. He said he needed me here to help with the harvest. He won't change his mind about that."

"He might. Oh, not easily — I'll grant you that. But he can hire the Cromley boys to help with the harvest. They'd be glad to have the work. The yields have been exceptionally good this year, so the work would be too much for you anyway."

"Poppa always complains that the Cromley boys are careless."

"I know, I know." Her mother sighed, and her gnarled hands pleated her apron. "They really aren't, though. Your father is just too hard to please. Now wait here a minute."

Abruptly she let go of her apron and hurried off into her bedroom. She was back almost immediately, clutching a leather change purse and a pen.

"It is a saying among the gifted that when a door opens to you, you must go through it." She gazed downward, saying softly, "I wish I had taken that advice." Then, raising her eyes to Tria, she said resolutely, "Look, I have the twenty-five triums right here. Its money I've saved without your father's knowing."

She opened the purse and spilled out a mound of silver coins. Tria gaped, unable to imagine how her mother had hidden away so much money.

But the twenty-five triums was only a down payment. She'd have to pay far more for the full year's expenses. And as she glanced over the brochure, she saw that the school offered three years of instruction.

"Just get the application ready. I'll go to town this afternoon, get a bank draft, and send off the form and the draft. When your acceptance comes, it will be hard for your father to refuse."

Tria could not believe that her mother thought it would be so easy. Her father had never permitted her to use her special gifts, saying that a farm girl had no business putting on airs and doing what he termed "witchery" instead of tending to her rightful business. He would certainly never allow her to attend a school for the gifted.

But her mother pushed her toward the dining room table, shoved her into a chair, and placed the application form and pen in front of her. "Fill it out," she directed. "I know how unhappy you've been at the thought of spending your life on a farm. When you're trained in using your gifts, any number of opportunities will open to you. The gifted are in demand in law enforcement, in entertainment, in business, in education, even in government. You can go into just about any field you want."

Tria caught her mother's excitement. Yes, she did want to do more with her life than spend it on the farm. She'd tried to hide her discontent from her mother, but of course her mother, being gifted, would know how she had dreaded the thought of working with her parents, eventually marrying a local farmers son, and then spending the rest of her life in Carey as a farmer's wife, mother to children with no better prospects than she had.

She thrilled at the possibility of going away to school. She'd always been a good student, and most especially she'd loved learning about their vast country of Arucadi and its history. She'd dreamed of traveling across it some day, of finding a job that allowed her to visit the more remote and exotic parts of the country.

She'd shared her dreams and hopes with her school friends, but none had understood. She'd found no one like herself, no one with the special gifts that set her apart and made her hopes and dreams different from those of the other children in the school.

She'd finished the Carey Basic School in the spring. Several of her classmates planned to go on to trade school, but she, along with many others, expected to get no further schooling but to join their parents toiling on the farms and in the wheat fields. Most of her friends accepted their lot without complaint. Tria felt alone in her longing to do more with her life. Her sister, Kate, had seemed perfectly content to settle down to life as a farm wife. But Kate possessed no special gifts as Tria did.

Her mother stood behind her, her hands on Tria's shoulders. "I know you want this," she said. "And I want it for you. I want to be proud of you."

Tria blinked back sudden tears. "I'll make you proud, Momma, I promise I will." She picked up the pen and filled out the application. When she finished, she handed it to her mother.

"Now," her mother said, folding the paper, "go back and finish your chores. Say nothing at all about this to your father. When the acceptance comes, let me talk to him."

"He'll say no."

"At first, but I have ways to persuade him. I haven't used my powers in a long time, but I haven't lost them — not completely."

Tria remembered evenings when her father was away, attending a farmers' meeting or drinking with his cronies at the town tavern, and she would sit with her mother by the fire, fascinated by her mothers tales of how, long ago, the gifted rode the winds and soared high over housetops and treetops to bathe in the clouds. Her mother, caught up in the enthusiasm of the old tales, would sometimes forget herself, stare into the fire, and shape the flames into the characters of her story, letting the fiery figures act out the drama. Tria would watch, entranced, until the heroes and heroines faded to ashes.

Those were only stories. Now the normals had their own form of magic in the steam engine and the railroads that criss-crossed Arucadi. The gifted traveled by train or bus as the normals did, and in the cities the recently invented automobiles had begun to proliferate. People claimed that someday engineers would build large winged machines to carry people through the air. Tria thought that idea more preposterous than the possibility of using magic to ride to the clouds.

But that sort of magic, if it still existed at all, would never be hers, even if she were to go to this marvelous school. And despite her mother's optimism, she foresaw a barrier she feared insurmountable.

"What about the rest of the money?" she asked. "What you showed me won't cover more than the down payment."

Her mother looked grim. "There's money set aside for your dowry," she said. "That will have to be enough."



The bus pulled away from the Merritt General Store with Tria its sole remaining passenger. "Simonton School's the next stop," the driver shouted over the clacking motor. "Be another fifteen minutes."

The words breathed fresh energy into Tria. She smoothed the wrinkles from her long skirt and did her best to straighten and brush dirt from her white middy blouse and hide the frayed edges of its lace cuffs.

The two-and-a-half-day journey from Carey had taken her across a third of Arucadi. Her father had driven her to the Carey bus station by horse and wagon. She'd changed buses four times, twice to the new express buses with plush seats that leaned back and were almost comfortable, and finally to this bone-rattling local serving the farming communities beyond Millville, near the southern border of Castlemount Province. The Simonton School for the Magically Gifted was located in a rural area far from any large city.

The rumble of the tires on the potholed asphalt thumped promises. Tria repeated them softly in the uneven rhythm of the ride: You'll meet people like you. You'll learn the use of your power. You'll meet people like you. You'll learn the use of your power.

She'd always had to keep her talents hidden in order to fit in with her friends at school, knowing instinctively that if she revealed her abilities, the other children would either be afraid or jealous. At last she would be among people with whom such concealment would not be needed.

She leaned forward and peered out the window, eager for her first sight of the school, but saw only a dilapidated building up ahead, out of place among the fields and meadows shimmering in the midday sunlight.

The bus slowed and lurched to a stop before the old three-story building of faded yellow brick. "Simonton School, miss," the driver called over his shoulder. "End of the line."

Tria stared at the crumbling structure; anticipation turned to horror. She picked up her valise, pulled herself to her feet, and walked to the front. "You must have made a mistake," she said. "This can't be the School for the Magically Gifted."

"No mistake, miss. This is the place. I'll get your trunk."

"No, wait!" Tria laid a restraining hand on his blue-sleeved arm. "I have pictures." She dug frantically in her valise and pulled out the wrinkled and much-read recruitment brochure, opened it to the colored illustration spread across the center section, and waved it in front of the driver's face. "See? It shows new buildings, several of them, bright gold, beautiful."

He glanced at the picture and rolled his eyes. "Ads, miss. You can't trust em." He pushed past her and hopped out.

Tria followed, continuing her protest as he cranked open the baggage- compartment door. "If this is the school, shouldn't other students be arriving? I shouldn't be the only one."

Tria's battered leather trunk thudded to the ground. "I brought two others in on the morning run." The driver grasped the handrail, ready to climb back into the vehicle. "Got another scheduled to arrive tonight. Aren't many of you anymore."

He settled into his seat and the door wheezed shut.


Trias desperate cry went unheeded. She had to jump out of the way as the engine coughed and the bus swerved onto the road, made a U-turn, and roared off in the direction from which it had come. Tria stared after it, the ache of abandonment swelling within her, pushing hot tears from her eyes. This ugly building couldn't be the place of her dreams.

She walked to the front entrance, ran a trembling hand over the chipped, cracked bricks around the door, and compared the fagade with the illustration in the brochure. That building, like this one, had three stories, but it looked much wider, and its windows gleamed with light.

And the doors! Those in the picture were of polished wood covered with intricate carvings of marvelous scenes. She squinted at the doors in front of her. Double, like those in the picture. A finger rubbed over the gritty surface confirmed the presence of carvings under the layer of grime. So worn and damaged were they, Tria could not guess what they once depicted.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks, drew herself up, and pulled the worn bell rope hanging beside the door. From far inside she heard a tinny clang.

The doors creaked open. A gnomelike woman stood in the entranceway to an ill-lit, dingy foyer. Short and plump, the woman peered at Tria with eyes like raisins in a doughy gingerbread face. Her gray hair was pulled back into a bun from which it struggled to escape, loose strands poking out in all directions.

"You'll be Tria Tesserell," the woman announced as if Tria needed convincing of her own identity. "Come in. You're expected. The bus was late, but then it always is."

"I have a trunk." Tria pointed to the leather and brass repository of her meager possessions. "I'll need help bringing it in."

"I'll send two of the boys to fetch it and put it in your room," the maid said, beckoning Tria inside. "I'm Veronica, the house maid. Come along, now. You're to be taken directly to meet Headmistress. You'd best not keep her waiting."

Tria was taken aback. She had expected to wash off the dust of the journey and change into fresh clothes before meeting anyone. But Veronica gave her no chance to object. She bustled along, strands of hair wriggling like worms in a bait box. After all, Tria thought as she marched after her, why should I care if I make a poor impression? The Headmistress can't possibly be as disappointed in me as I am in the school.

They passed through a narrow, dim hall into a parlor filled with furniture dingier than what they'd had on the farm. The velour cushion covers might have been elegant once, but were now so badly worn that the outline of the springs was clearly visible through the cloth. One wing chair matched the davenport, but the rocker and straight chairs were a mismatched lot. What was worse than the age and poor condition of the furniture was the dust that coated the end tables and the art-glass lampshades. At least she and her mother had kept the farmhouse clean. What does the maid do all day? she wondered, gazing at windows too dirty to let in the bright fall sunshine.


Excerpted from A School for Sorcery by E. Rose Sabin. Copyright © 2002 E. Rose Sabin. Excerpted by permission of Tom Doherty Associates.
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Meet the Author

E. Rose Sabin is a former teacher who now devotes her time to writing fantasy and science fiction. Her stories have won many awards and A School for Sorcery—her first novel—won the Andre Norton Gryphon award.

She lives in Pinellas County, Florida, with her two dogs, B'Elana and Dax.

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School for Sorcery 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This novel was really interesting, creating a world of magic filled with wonder and danger.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It was.... outstanding!! i really cannot believe that it could weigh your brain down that much, yes i am talkin to you, it's really not!! : 0... I thought it was MUCH better than Harry Potter! Though the only thing that confused me was the part were there were all of these Trias running around. other than that it was great! I have read this book many times and each time i get captured in its pages! I simpily cannot stop reading it! I guess that many people don't get it, because they think on it too much or don't think about it at all. If anyone who puts this book as a 1 star than...either you are totaly MAD, or you dont even try to get the book and rate it little because of your misfortune. Anyway this book is cleverly written and I understand how hard it would be to edge around J.K. Rowling's work, and I think that makes it a good book, i mean the first part people say that it sounded a LOT like HP. But it's not! It had to be clever to make a difference! I LOVED this book I would read it forevermore!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Tria's adventure gives so much excitement. I stayed up to One A.M. reading this book. I recommend it to fans of J.K. Rowling.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was sensational! I read it directly after the Harry Potter series, not knowing what to expect and was blown away! At first glance, it's a total knock-off, but when you read it, you begin to see that it has twists and turns that eluded even JK Rowling. It was more thought-provoking than the Potter books and certainly has only one drawback: it isn't a series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved it! It was impossible to put down! I stayed up until like, 3 AM reading. Wonderful book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought that this book may have put you off in the beging thinking that it was a knock off of harry potter but as you move through it, it really shows its originalitiy...
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, it was awesome! If you like Harry Potter books, then you'll like this one! I wish she'd have continued with it, because the ending leaves you hanging, but if you want an outstanding book to read, read this one!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is really really good. and like everybody says, if you're a Harry Potter fan then u should really get ahold of this book. This book is good for all ages. im 17 and i was so into the book, i read it in one day.... love it
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was the best. I was so interested that when SSR was over I got so very angery. I was totally into this book. I have never been so into a book before. I really think that the auther needs to write a second book, Because she doesn't leave you hanging to much but the end of the book makes you wonder what happened after the Gifting Ceremony. But I still give it the highest rating that could be given. I recommend you to read this book, esp. if you like witch craft and sorcery. It is nothing near Harry Potter.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved it! My friend lent it to me and said it was a 'good book', and that I would 'like' it. My friend knew I loved harry potter, and I asked if i was as good. She said No! I could hardly put it down in class, and she needed to tap me when we were changing! I was staying up WAY later than I was supposed to too finish it. I liked it because it actually was about a girl, and Tria is just the girl I like to read about. She's not a lonly princess who wants to be saved, she's someone who does the saving. I was a little upset with the ending, because it doesn't really tell you what Tria does afterword. But I really enjoyed the part with Lina as the panther!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a very good book! I got it thinking it wouldn't be very good...but it was an excellent book! It is a little slow in the beginning, but then you can't put it down! You get sucked into it to find out what happens to Tria!
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you like Harry potter pick this book up. its like the best book. I think that you should give this book a try.
Guest More than 1 year ago
With the protagonist being a teenager, this book is obviously aimed at the teens that first cut their teeth on HP but now need more meat. And they get it! The twists (plot twists & twists of objects in the book) is just grand. The best part is you don¿t see the end coming, yet it fits perfectly. The various types of magic ability are much more thought out and well developed (and believable) than HP¿s, it impacts the plot and characters more. Because of their own ethics characters use and misuse magic and learn lessons from their mistakes. And it is also a very rare story these days: a GIRL¿S coming of age. Well done.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Tria has resigned herself to working on a farm and marrying a farmer but thanks to the machinations of her mother she is going to the Simonton School for the Magically Gifted. When she first arrives she is very disappointed because it is a run down place with few students. Her roommate is a selfish, conniving and untrustworthy minx who gets out of work duty and sets one boy against another.

Over time, Tria adjusts and even has a date for the mid-winder festival. That happy occasion turns to tragedy when her enemy Oryon uses his considerable powers to send Tria date and his friend into the realm of the Dire Women, dark spirits who dwell in another dimension. Tria has a lot of power but she fears she won¿t be able to learn how to use it in time to save her friends.

E. Rose Sabin is a gifted storyteller whose debut novel will appeal to the J.K. Rowling crowd, as this novel is a teenage Potter-like tale. The protagonist is a thoroughly likable young woman who makes mistakes and learns from them. Her adventures in the school and her interactions with other students make for fascinating reading. It is hoped that this is only the first novel in what could be a great series.

Harriet Klausner

Guest More than 1 year ago
I DETESTED this book!!!! At first you could get it (though it was a bot like a harry potter knockoff) I cant believe ANYONE liked it!! It was confusing. I almost cried it weighed so much to my brain. Im NEVER reading this book or its author!!!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wow!! i was totally amazed by this book. At first, i thought it was just the same a Harry Potter, but it is so different! it's great in it's own way!