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FIRST YEAR, by Rachel E. Carter
Before the age of seventeen, the young men and women of Jerar are given a choice —pursue a trade or enroll in a trial year in one of the realm’s three war schools to study as a soldier, knight, or mage…
For fifteen-year-old Ryiah, the choice has always been easy. Become a mage and train in Combat, the most prestigious faction of magic.
Yet when she arrives, Ry finds herself competing against friend and foe for one of the exalted apprenticeships. Everyone is rooting for her to fail—first and foremost among them is Prince Darren, the school prodigy who has done nothing but make life miserable since she arrived.
Will she survive, or will her dream go down in flames?
Enjoy this excerpt…
“I wasn’t referring to your trivial heritage.” The prince looked at me contemptuously. “I care little enough whether you grew up in the fields or a damned palace.” He took a step closer and looked down at me, speaking the next few words slowly. “When I say ‘people like you’ I am referring to the ones who so clearly have no real magic or potential of any kind.”
I clenched my fists until I could no longer feel them. Hot blood pulsed under my skin. Prince or not, I had never come this close to punching someone outside of an arena.
“You…” I couldn’t even come up with the rest.
Darren continued on, unaware of how dangerously he was treading. “Really, it’s unthinkable that the masters could even consider the possibility of denying me in favor of someone like you who plainly has no purpose attempting the robes in the first place.”
My nails dug into my palm, and I was vaguely aware of the warm trickle of blood filling my fist. Heat clouded my vision, and Darren’s smug face filled my mind. “When I say people like you.” His words were like fire, singeing my skin as they piled into an inferno of red.
“What are you—stop! RYIAH!”
My vision cleared, and I realized Darren was shouting, madly shaking the sleeves of his cloak, flames licking across its edges. The flames were growing higher every second, perilously close to his arms.
“Don’t just stand there!” he snarled. “Make it stop!”
I looked down at my hands, which had since unclasped. There was no more pressure or pain. The fire should have snuffed out on its own like it had that time with the moss.
Only it hadn’t. Just like that other time with the bandit. What’s wrong with me?
Fear pooled in my gut. “I can’t!”
“Well, it’s your magic!” he shot back. “I already used up my stamina—” He swore as a flame nicked his skin.
I raced over and bit back a cry as fire caught my skin. I helped hold Darren’s sleeves while he pulled his arms out one by one. As soon as he finished, I tossed the cloak to the floor, stomping out the remaining flames against the marble floor.
“You bloody fool!” The sleeves of his thin undershirt were scorched in several places, revealing painful red swells on both wrists and part of his forearm.
“I didn’t mean to!”
“Of course, you didn’t mean to!” Darren was livid. “You have no control over your own magic!”
I winced. “Is there anything I can do?”
Darren lifted one arm at a time, testing the extent of his injury and frowning.
“Do you want me to help you back to your quarters?” He needed to soak those burns before they started to blister. I didn’t have to be my brother to understand the basics of self-preservation.
Darren laughed hoarsely. “I’m staying right where I am. I didn’t come all this way to turn back.”
I gaped at him. “You can’t be serious!”
“I’ve had worse.” The prince picked up his books and carried them over to his usual chair. He noticed my stare and added, “You don’t become the best if you aren’t willing to stick your hand in the fire.”
“I always thought that was an expression.”
The corner of his lip twitched, and for a moment, I thought Darren was about to smile. “I think it was… until tonight.”
About the Author:
Rachel E. Carter is a YA & NA author who hoards coffee and books. She has a weakness for villains and Mr. Darcy love interests. Her first series is the bestselling YA fantasy, The Black Mage, and she has plenty more books to come. Sign up for her newsletter to stay up to date on all new releases, giveaways, and sales on her website: www.RachelECarter.com.