An epic battle between good and evil… Before he knew about the roses, sixteen year old Jack lived an unremarkable life in the small Ohio town of Trinity. Only the medicine he has to take daily and the thick scar above his heart set him apart from the other high scholars. Then one day Jack skips his medicine. Suddenly, he is stronger, fiercer, and more confident than ever before. And it feels great – until he loses control of his own strength and nearly kills another player during soccer team tryouts. Taken from the Book: Jessamine smiled. “Not anymore, if he ever was one. Be Reasonable. A wizard’s stone is hard to come by. Wizards live almost forever. But warriors… warriors die young don’t they?” The last part was intentionally cruel. Read more in the Series: The Warrior Heir by Cinda Williams Chima
Soon, Jack learns that startling truth about himself: He is Weirlind, part of an underground society of magical people who live among us. At the helm sits the feuding houses of the red rode and the White rose, whose power is determined by playing the Game – a magical tournament in which each house sponsors a warrior to fight to the death. The winning house rules the Weir.
As if his bizarre heritage isn’t enough, Jack finds out that he’s not just another member of Weirlind – He’s one of the lat of the warriors – at a time when both houses are scouting for a player.
” Linda knelt by the car seat, looking the boy over as if she could discover something through close examination. She extended a finger, and the baby grabbed on to it. She looked up at Jessamine. “What did you do to him”
”He needed a stone, and I gave him one. A miracle. Something no one has ever done before. I saved his life.” She smiled, turning her palms upward “only, now he’s Weirlind.”
”A warrior?” It came out as a whisper. “No! I told you! He’s a wizard. He needed a wizard’s stone.” Linda shook her head as she said it, as if by denying it she could change things. “It’s all in his Weirbook. He’s a wizard”. She repeated bleakly.
Now the enchanter stood, her hands balled into fists. “I should have known better than to trust a wizard”.
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