A House of Violence and Vengeance Chapter Two

Home smells even shittier than normal, which is saying a lot because—well, you know. It’s a farm. Having been away for two days, with almost borderline crystalline, peridot green waters and all the fresh air you could ever want to breathe—south of the Masspike one mile up the road, anyway—I’ve been spoiled. And I want to be spoiled even more. I want to stay spoiled for the rest of my life.

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A House of Violence and Vengeance Chapter One

In my head, behind closed eyes, I picture it: I stand out at the edge of the cliff, staring at the raging sea below, as heaving and tumultuous as my future, one I don’t want, but one I’m duty-bound—nay, magic-bound—to obey. I’m the leader of my pack, reject of my people. I think of how my peers have mocked me—

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An Announcement

“Oh, we have news!” Jean said, carrying her computer over to Carrie’s room. Carrie glanced up from her phone. “About what?” “Rowena has a new announcement. Here, let me read it: “Sometime last year, she says read an essay about Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey, there was a big part discussing how Austen used genre language and conventions to write a Gothic satire, one that examined what her world was actually like at the time and how Gothic books exposed…

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Hustle Culture

While emptying her inbox, Mage Maggie’s latest newsletter pops up. The subject reads: Better Together. “She already sent her monthly advice. What’s all this about?” Shrugging, Carrie clicks it. “Are you tired of being told that community is the best way to build your magic, only to learn that this special kind of community is hard to find?” Carrie leans in.

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