Clara’s life is fairly unremarkable. She goes to school, is preparing for college, and spends her free time writing fanfiction about Liam and Blane, her ship in the popular Hierarchy Of Magic book series.
But everything changes when she discovers the world from the Hierarchy of Magic, including Liam and Blane, is all real. Not only is it real, but she’s stumbled into the world in the middle of the soon to be released, final book in the series. Her knowledge of the series is a big advantage for not only Liam, but the reigning Hierarchy Party, who seeks to dispose of any magician who does not fall into line. And Liam is the biggest target of all.
But how much of Clara’s knowledge is helpful versus a hindrance? Who can be trusted? And are Liam and Blane really falling for each other? As Clara gets swept up into the politics and danger of this magical world, she can’t help but wonder...is she meant to be a part of the story, or is her presence the force that will make Liam, and everyone except a select few, lose everything?
You can read the first excerpt here.
A low, amused sound came from Blane’s throat. “If it’s true and some book series is about you, it’s because you’re such a loser and don’t have a specialty yet.”
Liam glared. “You’re a side character. I’m the main focus.”
Blane leaned down, looming over the shorter boy. “People are only main characters in a book when they have a lot of growing up to do.”
Liam stepped towards him, bumping my chair roughly in the process. “You’re the one who has growing up to do. You think you are the greatest thing to walk this Earth, just because you knew about your dangerous specialty since you were a little kid.”
I glanced at Principal Sanders. She twisted her wrist, towards herself and then me. A kettle from the back corner of her office lifted into the air and spilled steaming water into two cups. A teabag landed in each with a small ‘plop’ before the cups floated over to each of us. I accepted the mug, fingers grasping the porcelain clumsily.
“My specialty isn’t dangerous,” Blane practically growled. His features were sharp and elegant, even when he was angry. “Do you know how long it has taken to try and get rid of that stereotype? Just because I have the ability to fight and defend myself doesn’t mean my magic is dangerous.”
Liam’s gaze was cool. “Objectively, it’s the most dangerous of the specialties.”
Blane stepped somehow closer, practically on top of Liam now.
This was why so many people shipped them.