When The Hand goes wrong ;)

A story about a girl who tumbles unwittingly into her favourite book series. Every character is waiting for her: kooky teachers, the chairbound headmaster who speaks through a chattering skull, a bedchamber of rapturous girls, the mysterious Fae, even Killian Viper, every girl's fictional crush, the mean boy whose bed she wakes up in, in her whole new world... A shame he turns out to be the tightest asshole to live. Many boys are the same. You're obsessed with them for a while, spinning fantasies in your head, and then when it comes to get to know them you discover they aren't the same boy. Cosmo has a lot to learn in the new and magical school of Greamelts. She scarcely knows she will get through it. Learning magic from scratch and everyone you're meeting being new and never to see home again, all combined with the tortuous tormenting of Killian Viper, is a large army to battle. If she could go back, would she? Is she ready for her own story, that awaits her? Hearts are indeed a hard riddle to crack.

Eighteen years ago, I was born and then I was created with careful stitches to be a son, a brother, a specimen. My decision was made for me; a beautiful boy brought into a haphazard world. I would become used to the long stares, the gloved hands, and the sense of misplacement amongst my peers. I was made in grief and presented to the world as a token boy to fill the legacy of someone else. To all those around me, I was simply a golden boy named Alphie. In secret, I fall out of grace. I grew and I grow, the question of who I actually am always on the forefront of my mind. My body betrays me in the same way it has since birth. I took the pills, I administered the shots, and I did what I was supposed to under the watchful eyes of my parents during the daytime and at night under the gaze of others. When I met Sartaaj, I thought it was the right time, and that he would be the one who delivered me from my worst habits. When my lips found Gemma's, I thought that was the right time, too. Now I unravel years of a secret held close to my chest, the remnants of who I was supposed to be slipping through my fingers. I was Alphie.

The Witchfather has been too fixated on the dead to deal with the living and now decades of negligence are catching up with him. Can he protect his people from themselves? Or will his undying love get in the way?