The Last Ever After
Contents (82)
- Epigraph
- Contents
- PART I
- 1
- The Master and the Queen
- 2
- After Ever After
- 3
- The New or the Old
- 4
- Death at an Execution
- 5
- A Princess Returns
- 6
- A Forest No Longer Blue
- 7
- Evil Is the New Good
- 8
- When Good Rescues Go Bad
- 9
- The Worst Evers Ever
- 10
- The Missing Thirteenth
- 11
- Appointment with the Deans
- 12
- Find the Spy
- 13
- Too Many Boys
- 14
- Where Wizards Go to Think
- 15
- The Magician’s Plan
- 16
- Edgar and Essa
- 17
- Missions Impossible
- 18
- Tedros in the Sky with Chocolate
- 19
- Old School Reunions
- 20
- Last Stop on the Fairy Dust Express
- PART II
- 21
- Peer Pressure
- 22
- Everything Old Is New Again
- 23
- Two Queens
- 24
- Who Do You Belong With?
- 25
- The Scorpion and the Frog
- PART III
- 26
- In Darkness Comes a Queen
- 27
- Rebel Hearts
- 28
- Who’s Helping Who
- 29
- Failed Assignments
- 30
- Apologies and Confessions
- 31
- Spies in the Stymph Forest
- 32
- The Meaning of Evil
- 33
- An Unexpected History Lesson
- 34
- The War of All Things
- 35
- Never Ever After
- Excerpt from The School for Good and Evil #4: Quests for Glory
- Back Ads
- Books by Soman Chainani
- About the Author
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher


Epigraph
Now, in their love, which was stronger, there were the seeds of hatred and fear and confusion growing at the same time: for love can exist with hatred, each preying on the other, and this is what gives it its greatest fury.
T. H. White, The Once and Future King

IN THE FOREST PRIMEVAL
A SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL
TWO TOWERS LIKE TWIN HEADS
ONE FOR THE PURE
ONE FOR THE WICKED
TRY TO ESCAPE YOU’LL ALWAYS FAIL
THE ONLY WAY OUT IS
THROUGH A FAIRY TALE
Contents
PART I


1 
The Master and the Queen
It is natural to doubt your true love when you do not know if he is young or old.
He certainly looks young, Sophie thought, peering at the lean, shirtless boy as he gazed out the tower window, bathed in faded sunlight. Sophie studied his hairless white skin and snug black breeches, his thick spiked hair the color of snow, his tight-veined arms, his glacier-blue eyes. . . . He didn’t look a day more than sixteen. And yet somewhere within this beautiful stranger was a soul older than sixteen—much, much older than sixteen. For the last three weeks, then, Sophie had refused his ring. How could she bond herself to a boy with the School Master inside of him?

And yet the more Sophie looked at him, the more she couldn’t see the School Master. All Sophie could see was a fresh, ethereal youth asking for her hand, with sharp cheekbones and full lips—more handsome than a prince, more powerful than a prince, and unlike Prince You-Know-Who, this boy was hers.
Sophie reddened, remembering she was all alone in this world. Everyone else had abandoned her. Every desperate effort to be Good had been punished with betrayal. She had no family, no friends, no future. And now, this ravishing boy in front of her was her last hope for love. Panic burned through her muscles and dried out her throat. There was no choice anymore. Sophie swallowed and slowly stepped towards him.
Look at him. He’s no older than you, she soothed herself. The boy of your dreams. She reached shaking fingers for his bare shoulder . . . until she suddenly froze in her tracks. It was only magic that had brought this boy to life, she thought, pulling her hand back into her sleeve. But how long does magic last?
“You’re asking yourself the wrong questions,” came the smooth voice. “Magic thinks nothing of time.”
Sophie lifted her eyes. The boy didn’t look at her, his focus on the sallow sun, barely a force through the morning fog.