The School for Good and Evil (The School for Good and Evil, Book 1)

She had mocked the children as batty and delusional. But in the end, they had known what she didn’t—that the line between stories and real life is very thin indeed.

Tedros smiled. “One . . . two . . . three . . .”
She fainted in his arms.

CALL THAT THING OFF!” Tedros yelled as he deflected Grimm’s arrows into the well with his training sword.

Then she saw Agatha. “You there! No smirking!

Sophie smiled weakly. “Only if I have you.”

Sophie smiled weakly. “Only if I have you.”

You’re not Evil, Sophie,” Agatha whispered, touching her decayed cheek. “You’re human.”

Agatha tried in vain to staunch the wound, a mess of tears.

“You’ll never have her. Not as long as I’m alive.”

Tedros glanced between them, dread flooding his face