I don’t need help surviving the Scholomance, even if they do. Forget the hordes of monsters and cursed artifacts, I’m probably the most dangerous thing in the place. Just give me a chance and I’ll level mountains and kill untold millions, make myself the dark queen of the world.
I accidentally binge read the Scholomance trilogy this week, and it was glorious.
a heroine whose life curse is that she’s deeply unlikeable, and who stopped even trying. an extraordinarily powerful and socially clueless sidekick. bisexuals! evil plots to take over the world! linguistics!?
the writing style was very Percy Jackson, with the narrator, El, often talking directly to the reader in her very deadpan style. the story itself follows students in a cursed school that tries to kill them… well, technically, I guess it tries to teach them survival skills. it’s a very hands-on education. and the kids try to kill each other once in a while too. it’s all pretty dark and very gory, be warned – and it’s excellent for YA fantasy enthusiasts (which I thought I wasn’t anymore, but here I am).
Featured illustration: a map of the school, which is in the books.
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