The Torch that Ignites the Stars (Arcane Ascension, #3)

by Andrew Rowe

As usual, Patrick was the voice of reason, and no one listened to him.

She had a spell that looked like a blowtorch extended from her finger, cutting through the metal with ease. This was both convenient and, frankly, absolutely terrifying.

Patrick glowed at the compliment. “Th…thanks, professor. We’re trying our best!” I was, in fact, trying my best — but mostly at looting. Looting absolutely everything.

Haven clapped her hands. “What fun! Normally I don’t let younger men command me outside of very special contexts,” she shot me a look that sent a shiver down my spine, “but I suppose we’ll make an exception.

Meltlake broke her silence to laugh. “Oh, Corin. You don’t think small, do you?” “Never.” I gave her a side-eyed look. “Did you?” “Fair point.” She grinned. “I certainly can’t complain if my students are as ambitious as I was.”

“Jin, no one keeps their train tickets in their sleeves like that.” He shrugged. “They’re missing out.”