We come from the water and is in the water we find our spirits. Our founding mothers crossed the great wall of fire, and the vast expanse of land between us and the red continent to raise us in the wetlands. I, Yara, am the firstborn of my kind, then came Alacea, and Hatuey, the first waterborn children, and my best friends. Both are now captive of the inlands, about to be executed by the lord of the red continent. I address you, people of the solid lands, of inmutable gods, and bedrock mindsets, with the full account of our history, the history of Archipelago, to garner your support in the demand for their safe release, and to join us in our fight against the enslavement of the minds and souls of those with mutable spirits, namely, all of us.
Five Star Reviews for Atlantis Academy:
"Omg this book was amazing I couldn't put it down or stop reading. I carried it with me open on my phone while I did everything just to keep reading. I need more of all of this. Epic story, epic content, epic visuals, just epic. LOVE THIS!"
"Once I got into this story, I did not stop reading it. This is a beautiful story about a very awkward girl who is riven with so much pain and angst and yet... this makes her who she is and shapes her into the person she will become. The world she finds herself awakened to is magical and yet filled with the all-too-familiar cliques and tribes of the very human people who inhabit it. One word to describe the story: beautiful!"
"The story pulls you headlong to the end and leaves you wanting to shout "No! Not yet!" ...If there were 6 stars, I would have given it that."
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Humanity is one secret society away from extinction.
The children of Atlantis use magic to keep us safe.
If they make it through the Academy.
Hi, I'm Lyric. And I'm kind of a mess.
ADHD, that's me.
I'm a high school drop-out, late everywhere I go, and one screw-up away from being homeless.
I'm a loner, and I like it that way. Who needs friends when you have a Redwood forest nearby? Trees never bully me like the kids did at school. Or get drunk and throw things at my head.
After my mom died, I figured life couldn't get much worse.
I thought it might even get better.
Ha.
The universe has a great sense of humor.
I should've listened to the rumors about evil spirits. About the angry, ancient magical creatures haunting our small Oregon Coast town. But did I?
No.
That was my first mistake.
And it might be my last.
'Cause now I'm in a battle for my life.
A whole new world has opened up... a magical world I don't understand.
And the blood in my veins says I belong here.
But I have to prove myself to save myself.
And when have I ever done that?