Short Excerpts from Hexborn by A.M. Manay
Silas threw his head back and fairly cackled in delight when he realized what she’d done, then continued to cast his curses. The rest of the men stood up now that they had no further need to fear incoming projectiles, save Gil who lay bleeding in the road.
Shiloh opened her mouth to scream an alarm and leapt in front of the man just as a curse left his wand. She felt the hex collide with her chest, tossing her well above the railing.
Time seemed to slow. She watched her silk slipper fall from her foot and glide through the air, ribbons trailing behind. Pain spread through her torso as she plummeted toward the aisle dozens of feet below.
Mercifully, she lost consciousness before she met the marble floor.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked plainly. “Am I really going to the Academy?”
“Yes,” he answered. “You will be educated with pure-blooded noble children and your fellow mixed-blooded illegitimate offspring. Your power is too great to be managed at a monastery, or else you’d just be tossed into holy orders like most of us. If Brother Edmun was correct in his assessments, you will be one of the greatest sorcerers at court for the rest of your many comfortable days.”
“Because if you're planning to kill me, this is the place I would choose,” she continued, as though he’d said nothing. “It’s pretty here. I'd prefer my bones rest in my own land, close to my Da and Brother Edmun, if it's all the same to the king.”