DaVaun Sanders

I’m the last to step forward. Warm mud squelches beneath my worn boots, swallowing damp laces and flaking leather. The wall of churning cloud before me envelops the washed-out landscape in white and gray. I’ve done it. Ventured closer to the storm’s curving front than I ever imagined. Wind licks away my tears as I will myself forward. The others are ten yards ahead and still one-upping each other to creep forward. Their outlines are whisper-thin shades of gray. Most are older than me, barely.

(69) ? Book Rating The rating is calculated as an average between First Impressions and Reviews. Print copy Keynan Masters doesn't know the truth about Peerless Academy. He thinks it's just a fancy art school that can’t teach him anything he doesn’t already know (how to write fire poems) and won’t solve his problems (the massive storms that threaten his home and family). But Peerless is not what it seems… Secret passageways. Unexplainable portals. Mysterious disappearances.

Keynan Masters doesn't know the truth about Peerless Academy. He thinks it's just a fancy art school that can’t teach him anything he doesn’t already know (how to write fire poems) and won’t solve his problems (the massive storms that threaten his home and family).