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“But before he could either comfort me or commit further acts of violence upon my person, I spun away from him and made my drama queen moment complete by running away.”

Quote by Rachel Hawkins

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Hex Hall

The book follows Sophie Mercer, a witch who has grown up in the human world with limited knowledge of her magical heritage. After a prom-night spell disaster draws too much attention, she is sent to Hecate Hall, a secluded boarding school on an island off the coast of Georgia. The school houses teenage prodigies of various supernatural species, including witches, warlocks, shapeshifters, and faeries. While there, Sophie must navigate the social hierarchies and tensions among the different factions of students. She also begins to uncover secrets about her own family history and the true nature of the school itself. The story combines elements of supernatural fiction with boarding school drama and mystery. It is the first installment in a series that continues Sophie's journey of self-discovery within a hidden magical world. more

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Rachel Hawkins
Rachel Hawkins

Rachel Hawkins, born on November 23, 1979, is a renowned American author. Known for her works in fantasy, horror, and young adult literature, she has gained a significant following among readers. more

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