The Ocean Prince. The Forest Prince. And the Sunshine Princess. Three demigods rule over the world. Gods are perfect. But what happens when human greed takes over? Humans love and hate. Create and destroy. And Gods have the power to do all this and more. What would you do to be bound to the one you love forever?

Another addition to the 'It Isn't Magic' series of short stories, about young-adults in a magical town trying to find some sort of meaning in their teenage lives. •••• 'Written In The Stars' follows Griffith Snow and his cruel life at St. Snow's Republic School for Troubled Male Youths. A year has passed since Jaxson Pheonixson and Breeze Legend, his former roommates and fellow delinquents, got the 'ok' to transfer to Sunny Junior High down the road. Griffith wasn't so lucky. Meanwhile, while his two buddies ride Pegasi into a glittery sunset (or whatever they do at that happy-go-lucky co-ed school), Griff's still stuck at Boys' Republic-and things are about to get a little...complicated. Sunny Junior High, the glitter-iest, most popular co-ed school in the entire town (and the only co-ed school, to boot) is filled to the brim. Principal Snow's in a panic. Too many students, and not nearly enough space or staff to handle them all. Desperate, he turns to Principal Axel at St. Snow's-which also happens to be Griffith's annoying sap of an uncle. In a single moment, everything changes. "St. Snow's Republic School for Male Youths...is no longer an all-boys school." Except...not. The only girl who agreed to enroll so short-notice at the new school-is gone. Disappeared. Lightning bolt, puff of smoke, all that jazz. And no one knows why. Whichever poor sap manages to find her gets to be her new guard-for-hire. Guess who gets that lucky title? Can an Albino Monkey fall in love with a Raven Princess? Rubies, sapphires, white, black-it all turns into the same thing when you have suicidal delinquent princesses, one albino teenage boy, a few jars of stardust, hyperactive twins, some familiar cousins (?), fire-spitting uncles, annoying teleportation, and a million hormonal teenage boys (+ one girl) all rounded up in one school. Take a visit to St. Snow's Republic School for Troubled Male Youths, and see just how much of an asylum we really are.

Another addition to the 'It Isn't Magic' series-a bonus sequel! The story of 'It Isn't Magic', written entirely from Eros's perspective. Get a sneak-peek into his troubled mind and find out why exactly this heart-throb boy was so set on making Arcadia his, including a few bonus scenes starring Eros's older brother, and the first day Eros and Arcadia ever met! •••• I've always thought she was special. Dazzling. Unique. Positively, utterly...magical. From the first moment I met her. Well, okay, not exactly. Not like, the EXACT moment I met her. It took a few several hundred moments...maybe. Okay, fine. You want the honest truth? Here it is: From the first moment I laid eyes on Arcadia Infinity, I hated her guts. We weren't the classic-giddy couple that started out as childhood friends because our moms had known each other since our birth or something, okay? It started out more like mortal enemies in a constant struggle to be the best third grader that ever existed. And it was more like a one-sided struggle. On my part. She didn't really know that I hated her. Or that I even existed for that matter. Okay, I'm just embarrassing myself now. Here's the deal: I didn't like her. Not one bit. She was perfect, perfect, perfect, and I wanted to do everything in my power to be more perfect-er than dumb little Arcadia Infinity could ever dream of. I, Eros Cupid, vowed to strike the demon queen down. (A little dramatic, but I was a dramatic kid.) But then, just as I was about to "strike her down" or whatever, I realized...Arcadia Infinity was actually pretty...perfect. I'm going to stop humiliating myself now-so if you want to find out more, you're going to have to read the story. So you can see for yourself just how long it took for dumb little Arcadia Infinity to realize the perfect guy was right by her side the whole time.

Rozalia's birth was...complicated, to say the least. Her father was an astronomer from Homeworld. You may know that planet known as 'Earth'. Her mother was a bit of an adventurous youth (supposedly) from Otherworld. In her dimension, fates were determined by stars. Constellations, horoscopes, star signs-these things that people on Homeworld wrote off as pseudo-science was our reality. A reality far too cruel for her. As her mother went into labor with her second child, her father cradled his wife. He raced to the nearest light portal. But it was too late. Or, perhaps, too early. The moment they stepped foot into the dimension between dimensions, The Sky of Nothingness, The Realm of Darkness that bridged their two dimensions, her mother still gripping the light crystal fast in her hands-the baby's head crowned. And thus, she was the Girl Born Without Time. They weaved a necklace made from gold and silver, and for the charms, strung on pure, carved birthstones of every kind. Usually birthstones were given as gifts at christenings and birthdays. For their daughter, Rozalia, though, this would be the only thing keeping her tethered to the Otherworld dimension. And now, if Rozalia doesn't find her Glimmer, all memory of her existence in Otherworld will be erased, and she will be sent back to Homeworld-and stay stuck there forever.

Follow Arcadia Infinity's magical and fascinatingly inconvenient quest to find herself, on a journey through a mysterious town- If you're dumb, that is. Nope. Her life isn't all that eventful. It's actually...pretty terrible. And boring. Mostly terrible. Unlike all the books, having magic doesn't instantly mean fun adventures and self-discovery. Here, it means you're fucking normal. Sorry for the harshness, but guess what hun?-this ain't Ella Enchanted. Step back from the book shelf, turn left, take ten steps, and you'll find it next to a dozen other novels just like it in the Teen Heart Throb section. Yup, yup, right there, next to the one with the cover of a vampire with a six-pack and an extremely cryptic cursive font for the title. So yeah, maybe the thing that makes a single 14 year-old student special isn't Magic. (Okay, technically thirteen, but it's almost her birthday.) So, what is it? Well, that's what she's here to find out. ••••••••• It Isn't Magic is the first in a series of short stories following young adults in an alternate reality of a suburb California town, trying to find out what the hell they're supposed to do in life-oh, and they have magical powers. Cool, right?

What do you do when you need a new home? Well, first, you gotta convince the losers that are there currently to move out. I recommend death as an incentive. It's pretty convincing. Especially for tiny, puny sacks of flesh that call themselves 'humans'. Then, you wait for them to do everything they can to keep themselves from falling apart. Continue to strike until all the humans are dead, then serve. Haha. That was a joke. Laugh. I could really use some laughter right now. Anyway, back to the story: Once again, the world is being destroyed by aliens, the grown-ups are doing nothing to help, and it's up to five kids to save it. When the aliens decided to move in, they forgot that there's a super genius here that would appreciate if they found another planet. She has four friends; one runs an ice cream shop, one's obsessed with music, one's a rich punk, and the last one sells his inventions on the black market-but she swears, they're all nice kids. Wait, you're curious now? I've accidentally peaked your interest? Well then, soldier, consider this your manual to the dystopia. Who knows, maybe you got the guts to join the rebellion? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Jacob Satorius met you at Macdonalds. And thats just the beginning.