I march through the aisles of rich brown- and gold-lettered books in search of the magic section, stepping over marble floors inlaid with gems and polished wood. The smell of old leather and paper waft through the air as I study the books lining the shelves. The books are bound with ancient, faded leather, gilded with medieval designs. There’s a sense that this is a place of deep knowledge.
Someone is walking on the other side of the library, passing a window. He’s in a suit. Familiar hair in a distinct shade of cool, dark blond. Merlin. Perhaps he’s hoping to get a head start on the assignment too. I ignore him and walk the other way, wandering through a maze of shelves, searching for the magic section. His shoes clack on the marble floor, occasionally squeaking on the freshly mopped areas.
I slip away into the shaded aisles. It’s full of fiction—ancient legends and such—and I still hear his steps. Every time I turn around it seems like he’s hovering nearby. Whirling past another shelf, through a small crack between the books, a flash of his eyes meets mine. “Hi, Morgan,” he greets.
“Hello,” I reply a bit stiffly.
“Do you come here often?” he asks.
Is he trying to be funny? “I was hoping to get some books,” I reply just as an announcement is made over the loudspeaker that the library is closing. “But I guess I’m out of time.” Thanks to you, stalker.
“There’s always tomorrow morning before class starts,” he says. “Just have to finish breakfast quickly.”
“Yeah, good idea.” I wave good-bye and walk away.
Merlin walks around the bookshelf to trail behind me. “Hey, I’m sorry you got banded. It happens though. It’s part of being a magic user. I got banded as a kid all the time.”
I’m not a kid. I shouldn’t get banded for using magic.
“Yeah.” I shrug.
“You can still legally use magic in self-defense.”
“Thanks for the tip.”
He walks beside me in awkward silence until we eventually split off toward our chambers. When I look behind me, I catch him watching me with a sterile, indifferent stare—different from the personable look he had earlier. I shiver as I turn away. Mother always told me to be wary of people with two faces.
Title: Henge (Le Fay Series)
Author: Realm Lovejoy
Genre: YA Fantasy
Inspired by one of the greatest legends of all time…
Modern-day Camelot. Where knights no longer carry swords. Magic is dangerous. And those who seek control are not to be trusted.
Sixteen-year-old Morgan le Fay is a fire user. An ordinary girl with an extraordinary skill, she has the ability to create and command fire at will. Her dream is to become the Maven—the right hand of the future King Arthur. In the chance of a lifetime, Morgan is selected to join Arthur’s Round, an elite group of young magic users from which the new Maven will be chosen.
Along with the other fire, water, and wind users in Arthur’s Round, Morgan is rigorously trained and tested. The handsome Merlin, a brilliant water user, takes a particular interest in her. Is his friendship to be trusted, or is Merlin simply trying to win the position of Maven for himself? Among the many rivals Morgan faces is the current Maven, Mordred, who seems determined to see her fail.
But Morgan has a secret—years ago, her mother was executed for using fire magic, and Morgan’s desire for justice makes her more than ready to take on the challenge before her. Can she prevail in Camelot’s tests of survival and magic? Only time—and Morgan’s powerful fire—will tell.
Realm Lovejoy’s modern Arthurian series features one of literature’s most complicated and powerful female figures. Henge is the first book in the LE FAY series, and—like Morgan le Fay’s magic—it is sure to dazzle and amaze.
Realm Lovejoy is an American writer and an artist. She grew up in both Washington State and the Japanese Alps of Nagano, Japan. Currently, she lives in Seattle and works as an artist in the video game industry. CLAN is her first book. You can find out more about her and her book at realmlovejoy.com