The School for Good and Evil (The School for Good and Evil, #1)

by Soman Chainani

“Agatha, you dressed as a bride for Halloween.” “Weddings are scary.”

But when the children presented the Storybook Theory, the adults responded as adults most often do. They patted the children’s heads and returned to sinkholes and cannibals.

No wonder princesses were so impotent in fairy tales, she thought. If all they could do was smile, stand straight, and speak to squirrels, then what choice did they have but to wait for a boy to rescue them?

Agatha wondered what these girls’ souls would wish for. Depth, perhaps.

At first Agatha found it dumb, but now it was scary. This was what Good souls craved?

Same thoughts.

They didn’t follow orders because they were loyal. They didn’t help princesses because they were loving. They did it because someday, maybe loyalty and love would be repaid with a second chance at being human.

All these years she had believed she was what she looked like. An unlovable, dark-hearted witch. But in the halls, she had believed something different. For a moment, she had unchained her heart and let light rush in.

I’ve been beautiful all along.

She wore a midnight-blue gown glittering with delicate gold leaves, long velvet train trailing down the aisle. Her lustrous ebony hair was swept up high with a tiara of blue orchids. Around her neck was a ruby pendant that dripped over fair skin like blood on snow. Her big dark eyes flaunted gold shadow, her lips a dewy rose sheen.

Sobbing, shaking, Agatha kissed Sophie’s cold lips.

True love's kiss.

“Who needs princes in our fairy tale?”

Fuck, Tedros hahahaha