Imdalind Academy, Year One by Rebecca Ethington

Running a revolution is easy when you have a little bit of illegal magic on your side.

The only way you can receive magic is by running the masochistic Gauntlet that the royal family started seventy years ago as a way to control power. One bite from a Vily and you are filled with what many call ‘the power of the gods’ and sent to Imdalind Academy for training.

No bite, no magic, no Academy, and no place in society besides with the Drains that live in the old tunnels that dot what once was Europe.

Unless you are me, who after one bite from a loose Vily is left with a diseased fragment of magic like the Chosen magic carriers of my world. I may not be as strong as the bastards that lord over us, but that isn’t going to stop me from raising more than a little hell.

This year I am running the Gauntlet, and enrolling myself in their damn academy. There is no better way to take down the evil overlords of our world than from the inside.

Those royal bastards won’t know what hit them.

Now, if I can just get the king’s son Rowan out of my way…