A World Without Princes. Soman Chainani

      

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Part I

      1. Sophie Makes a Wish

      2. Agatha Makes a Wish Too

      3. Breadcrumbs

      4. Red Hoods Ride

5. The Other School

6. Her Name Is Yara

7. The Witches Brew a Plan

       8. Unforgiven

       9. Symptoms Returned

       10. Doubt

       11. Double Crossings

       12. The Uninvited Guest

       Part II

       13. The Supper Hall Book Club

       14. Merlin’s Lost Spell

       15. The Five Rules

       16. A Boy by Any Other Name

       17. Two Schools, Two Missions

       18. Sader’s Secret History

       19. Two Days Left

       20. One Step Ahead

       21. Red Light

       22. Last One In

       23. Death in the Forest

       24. Villains Unmasked

       About the Author

       Also by Soman Chainani

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

      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

      

      

      There is an uneasiness that remains after your best friend tries to kill you.

      But as Agatha gazed out at her and Sophie’s golden statues, towering over the sun-speckled square, she swallowed it away.

      “I don’t know why it has to be a musical,” she said, sneezing from the carnations on her pink dress.

      “No sweating in your costumes!” Sophie barked at a boy struggling in a ferocious plaster dog head, while the girl roped to him stumbled around in her own cuddly dog head. Sophie caught two boys labeled Chaddick and Ravan trying to swap outfits. “No switching schools either!”

      “But I want to be an Ever!” Ravan groused, and pulled at his dumpy black tunic.

      “My wig itches,” mewled Beatrix, clawing her blond hairpiece.

      “Mummy won’t know it’s me,” whined a boy in the School Master’s shiny silver mask.

      “AND NO SULKING ABOUT PARTS!” Sophie boomed, branding Dot on the blacksmith’s daughter before stuffing two chocolate ice pops in her hands. “You need to gain twenty pounds by next week.”

      “You said it’d be small,” Agatha said, eyeing a boy teetering on a ladder as he painted two familiar green eyes on the massive theater marquee. “Something tasteful for the anniversary.”

      “Is every boy in this town a tenor?” Sophie squawked, inspecting the males with these very same eyes. “Surely someone’s voice has changed? Surely someone can play Tedros, the most handsome, charming prince in the—”

      She turned to find red-haired, bucktoothed Radley in tight breeches, puffing his chest. Sophie gagged and stamped him Hort.

      “This doesn’t seem small,” Agatha said, louder, watching two girls pull the canvas off a ticket booth with twenty neon Sophie faces silk-screened across it. “And it doesn’t seem tastef—”

      “Lights!” Sophie called to two boys suspended from ropes—

      Agatha spun from the blinding detonation. Through fingers, she peeked up at the velvet curtain behind them, embedded with a thousand white-hot bulbs spelling out:

       CURSES! The Musical

       Starring, Written, Directed, and Produced by Sophie

      “Is this too dull for the finale?” Sophie said, whirling to Agatha in a midnight-blue ballgown with delicate gold leaves, a ruby pendant around her neck, and a tiara of blue orchids. “That reminds me. Can you sing harmony?”

      Agatha swelled like a tick. “Have you lost your mind! You said it’d be a tribute to the kidnapped children, not some fairground burlesque! I can’t act, I can’t sing, and here we are having a dress rehearsal for a vanity show that doesn’t even have a scrip— What is THAT?”

      She pointed at the sash of red crystals across Sophie’s dress.

      Sophie stared at her. “You don’t expect me to tell our story as it happened, do you?”

      Agatha scowled.

      “Oh, Agatha, if we don’t celebrate ourselves, who else will?” Sophie moaned, looking out at the giant amphitheater. “We’re the Gavaldon Curse Breakers! The School Master Slayers! Larger than life! Greater than legend! So where’s our palace? Where’s our slaves? On the anniversary of our kidnapping from this odious town, they should adore us! They should worship us! They should bow down instead of trolling around with fat, badly dressed widows!”

      Her voice thundered across empty wooden seats. She turned to find her friend studying her.

      “The Elders gave him permission, didn’t they,” said Agatha.

      Sophie’s face darkened. She spun quickly and started handing sheet music to the cast.

      “When is it?” Agatha asked.

      Sophie didn’t answer.

      “Sophie, when is it?”

      “The day after the show,” Sophie said, sprucing the garlands on a giant altar set piece. “But that might change once they see the encore.”

      “Why?