Six students at Blackwood Academy, an enigmatic boarding school located at the edge of the afterlife, must compete for the once-in-eternity chance to change their fate--or risk remaining stuck in purgatory forever. An unputdownable debut full of hairpin twists, shock betrayals and world-defying love, for fans of Welcome to Blackwood Academy: the legendary school located at the fringes of the afterlife, where students are fated to spend rest of eternity shepherding lost souls. Once a pupil enters the school''s arched gates, there is no way out…except for the Decennial, a once-in-a-decade celebration that rewards nominees who pass its trials with a choice: formally graduate and join Blackwood''s magical elite, or venture into;the unknown and cross over;to;the mysterious Other Side. ;;; Wren Loughty is certain that this Decennial, she has what it takes to earn the nomination--unless, that is, her academic archrival Augustine Hughes steals her spot. ;;; Irene Bamford has never cared about playing by the rules. She’s willing to break whatever (and whoever) stands between her and getting the hell out of Blackwood, including her best and only friend, Masika Sallow . ;;; Olivier Dupont gave up on securing the nomination ages ago. But after he meets Blackwood’s newest student, Emilio Córdova , he’ll do anything to keep Emilio from leaving him and crossing over to the other side--even if it means claiming the victory for himself. ;;;;All of them are determined to be Blackwood''s chosen candidate--and all of them would do anything to win. But none of them are prepared for what''s to come. Because this Decennial will be different. This time, the Decennial isn''t a celebration...it''s a competition. And there can only be one victor. ;;;;Six nominees. Four trials. Untold danger. Wren, August, Irene, Masika, Olivier and Emilio are about to learn: there are some fates worse than death....

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I.V. Marie was born and raised in Miami to a Peruvian mother and Chilean father, where she acquired a penchant for afternoon cafecitos and developed an all-consuming obsession with books. Her writing ambitions began behind her grandparent’s computer, where she spent her childhood crafting spooky and fantastical short stories. When she is not writing, you can find her rock climbing or watching atmospheric YouTube videos with her dog, Mr. Darcy.

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**A Good Morning America YA Book Club Pick!

SIX RIVALS. ONE VICTOR. ETERNITY IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.**

“A twisty and thrilling dark academia fantasy that will have you enthralled from the very first page.” —Ava Reid, #1 New York Times bestselling author of A Study in Drowning

Six students compete to change their fate at a darkly enchanted boarding school in purgatory where graduation is the only escape—and love can cross the boundaries between life and death.

Welcome to Blackwood Academy: the legendary school located on the fringes of the afterlife. Once a pupil enters the academy’s arched gates, there is no way out…except the Decennial, a cut-throat magical competition with only one victor.

This year, six of the Academy’s top students have been chosen to face the Decennial’s tests. Two academic archrivals, whose strange connection blurs the lines between obsession and hate. One girl driven solely by ambition, and another plagued by memories of the love she lost. And a charming playboy who never cared for anyone—until he met the academy’s newest student. But what none of them know? They aren’t the only ones playing Blackwood’s game.

Who will win, and who will fall? Only one thing is for certain: in this game, some fates are worse than death.

Book One of the Souls of Blackwood Academy Series

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WREN

Wren Loughty hadn t bothered to lock her bedroom door. She had come to accept that it was rather pointless to pretend that secured locks and protective wards would make a difference. There was simply no avoiding the inevitable. So when she awoke to a set of hands clamped over her mouth, the familiar scent of peppermint and sandalwood wafting up her nose, she wasn t all that surprised.

In fact, she d been expecting it.

What disconcerted her was the strange dream of her mother she d been having only moments earlier. She always found it odd that they still held the ability to sleep and dream. The dead weren t meant to dream. Though she supposed they weren t dead ­not really. They existed in the place between. The place parallel to life and death, the one right on the cusp of birth and the dawn of the afterlife.

Whatever that meant.

She tried not to give the transitory nature of purgatory too much thought.

Pale light pooled in through the sheer drapes, illuminating the ivy-­speckled ceiling in a crescent shape. Wren blinked, her vision adjusting to the darkness, and refocused her attention on her intruder.

Augustine Hughes s familiar slate-­gray eyes hovered above her with smug amusement, the right side of his mouth curled into a smirk.

I hope you ll forgive me for the rude awakening, Loughty. His gaze snaked over her face with careful precision. Had to be sure you wouldn t scream and blow my cover. You know . . . given your track record.

Wren groaned in irritation. It was true that she had acquired somewhat of a reputation for disturbing the other students in Pettyworth House. Multiple complaints had been sent to Housemaster Marigold regarding her loud night terrors, which often woke up the others and sent them running out of the dorm.

It was a flaw . . . one even she could admit needed fixing.

August leaned closer. I trust I can let go without you making a scene?

Wren narrowed her eyes in warning and attempted to snap back with a string of obscenities, though her words were muffled by his hand. Either way, the message was clear.

Don t push it.

August smiled and dropped his hand, his body still leaning precariously close. No need for fighting words. I m not here for a brawl, darling.

Then maybe next time you can knock, instead of slapping your hand over my mouth like some deranged serial killer, Wren spat out, swatting him away. Her nightgown was thick enough that she didn t feel embarrassed under August s reproachful gaze as she stood up from the bed and made for the window.

She unlatched the hook and pushed it open, cool air wafting into the room. The silver glow of Blackwood washed over her in delicate streams, dancing through the thick nighttime mist. It would be easy to mistake the ethereal light for the glow of the moon, but Wren knew better.

There was no moon in the night sky. No Earth. No universe. No world that she once knew.

None of those things existed in Blackwood.

Not really.

August leaned against the wooden bedpost, arms crossed and face twisted into that perpetual smirk of his. He wore his usual uniform: black trousers with a white button-­down, the sleeves rolled up over the muscles of his forearms and a black vest fitted over his torso. A tiny scar marred the skin beneath his right eye, a peculiar detail that had always intrigued Wren, though she hadn t brought herself to ask how he had gotten it.

They rarely spoke about their old lives. And she wasn t going to be the one to start.

Despite their animosity, Wren could acknowledge that she might have found August attractive if they had met when th