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A school for sorcery
Sabin, E. Rose.
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First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Tor, 2002.
Physical Description:
318 pages ; 22 cm
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"A Tom Doherty Associates book."
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Accelerated Reader AR MG+ 6.1 13.0 67342.
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Nothing could have been more unexpected - or exciting - than the letter that arrives in the mail informing Tria Tesserel that she has been accepted at the prestigious Lesley Simonton School for the Magically Gifted.

Tria has known since she was a child that she had special gifts. Now she will be able to master her craft among peers as powerful as she.

But Tria is crestfallen to discover the school is...well...a bit less grand than advertised.

The shock of her dismal, tumbledown surroundings, however, is nothing compared to the surprise that awaits her: her roommate, Lina Mueller. An insufferable snob and haughty dilettante, Lina violates Simonton's rules by casually flaunting her power whenever she pleases-and toward whomever displeases her. Unluckily for Tria, that includes her. When Lina eggs Tria into retaliating, it begins a sorcery civil war that lands both young women in front of the furious headmistress.

But real trouble looms when Oryon-a classmate of formidable power but bent to dark purpose-decides to ally himself with evil forces. Conspiring with witches known as Dire Women, Oryon causes two classmates to disappear . . . imprisoned in a terrifying world beyond the reach of anyone but Tria.

Has she the power to subdue Oryon and the Dire Women? If she fails, her classmates will die.

Tria will have to make a journey unlike any she has ever undertaken. A journey alone into the heart of Evil.

Author Notes

E. Rose Sabin is a former teacher who now devotes her time to writing fantasy and science fiction. Her stories have won many awards and A School for Sorcery -her first novel-won the Andre Norton Gryphon award.

She lives in Pinellas County, Florida, with her two dogs, B'Elana and Dax.

Reviews 2

Booklist Review

Comparison with Rowling's Harry Potter series seems inevitable for a novel set at a school for the magically gifted. Like Harry, Sabin's Tria Tesserell is forbidden to use her powers, is invited to enroll in the school, and attends some rather arcane classes. There the similarities end. Dreadfully disappointed by the apparently small, rundown facility, Tria is further taken aback by her roommate, who blatantly disregards the rules and initiates a power struggle with Tria. Even more unnerving is fellow student Oryon, who turns to the dark side; only Tria, it seems, can defeat him. The struggle moves into a ghastly shadow world and to a confrontation between mirror images of Tria and Oryon. The pace proves rather dizzying as point-of-view shifts from that of the original Tria to a second Tria's to yet another Tria's, and none of the three knows what is going on with the others until the climactic battle. In manuscript, Sabin's first novel received Andre Norton's Gryphon Award in 1992. --Sally Estes

Publisher's Weekly Review

The teenage heroine of Sabin's 1992 Gryphon Award winner, Tria Tesserell, a country-mouse first-year student at the Lesley Simonton School for the Magically Gifted, is faced with three onerous tasks: befriending her unprincipled and talented roommate, Lina, learning to tame and use her own considerable magical powers and rescuing her love interest from the clutches of second-years Oryon and Kress and their demonic thralls. To make things worse, the faculty have made a deal to stay out of the conflict with Oryon and Kress, leaving Tria armed only with a few tentative friendships and what little she can remember from her sleep-inducing classes. As she and her fellow students-most of whom are little more than plot points with names-go from classroom to school dance to interdimensional corridor, they encounter a number of genuinely interesting concepts and creatures; but Sabin seems determined to fit everything into one book (in a break from recent trends, she ties off every possible loose end, leaving no room for sequels) and the most intriguing aspects of the school end up sadly undeveloped. The story has its charms, but it's so easy to follow and predict that the plot twists don't and the surprise ending isn't. The 12-and-under set will appreciate the uncomplicated tale, snippets of magical boarding-school life and happy ending, but only if they've yet to encounter J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter books, which outclass this one by a substantial margin. (Sept. 12) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved



1 The Letter Tria! Tria, come into the house right away!" Tria looked up from her egg gathering and saw her mother standing at the back door, shouting the summons. Whatever she wanted, it must be something serious. She never allowed Tria to leave her chores undone. "Coming," she called back as she added two last eggs to those already in the basket. She walked fast, carrying the basket carefully so as not to break the eggs. "Run!" her mother called again. Something terrible must have happened. With one hand over the eggs to keep them from bouncing, Tria ran. "What is it?" she panted when she reached her mother. "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong," her mother said, taking the basket of eggs. "Come inside, quickly, before your father sees us." Her father was mending fences in the far field. She thought it unlikely that he would return for some time, and he certainly could not see the house from where he was working. Puzzled by her mother's unwarranted concern, she followed her in through the screen door and waited impatiently while her mother set the basket of eggs on the kitchen counter and led the way into the small living room. "There!" Her mother pointed to a thick, white envelope that lay facedown on the small table by the sofa, a circle of red sealing wax closing its flap. "It's for you." "For me?" Tria stared stupidly at the envelope and wondered who could be sending her a letter. She knew very few people outside of this small town where she had lived since her birth. In all her sixteen years she had never received a real letter, though friends had sent postcards, and farm-supply catalogs and quotes for hog and poultry prices arrived regularly for her father, while her mother occasionally got a letter from distant relatives in Wickton in Plains Province as well as a brief note from Kate. Tria's older sister, who lived in the next town. "Pick it up and open it," her mother urged, her face alight with eagerness. Tria reached for it slowly as though afraid it might vanish or dissolve when she touched it. She turned it over and saw her name written in elegant black script: Miss Tria Fay Tesserell. Below it was inscribed the name of the town. "Carey," it read, "Inland Province, Arucadi." The postal mark on the letter indicated that it came from Castlemount Province, and Tria was certain that no one in the family knew anyone from that far away. She couldn't break the wax seal with her short fingernails. Her mother handed her a letter opener, and with it Tria lifted the seal, opened the flap, and drew out a letter and a colorful brochure. The letterhead said in fancy lettering, The Lesley Simonton School for the Magically Gifted . Intrigued, she read the letter. Dear Miss Tesserell , it began formally. It has come to the attention of the Lesley Simonton School that you are among the minority of Arucadi's population who are Gifted with magical powers. You are surely aware of the importance of receiving training in the use of those powers. The Simonton School specializes in helping untrained Talents like yourself develop your powers within the ethical guidelines set forth by the Community of the Gifted. We prepare our students to take places of responsible leadership in a society that has all too frequently been intimidated by those with special Gifts. It is our earnest hope that you will consider joining our student body in the forthcoming academic year, which begins on the first day of Harvest Month . The enclosed brochure will provide you with full information about the school, its distinguished faculty, the course offerings, and tuition costs, as well as an application form that you should complete and return immediately if you decide to take advantage of this unique opportunity . Because an Adept who performs special services for us from time to time has determined through divination that you are a suitable candidate for Simonton School, you need only send with the application a down payment of 25 triums toward your first year's expenses, and your acceptance is assured . Sincerely yours , Miryam Vedreaux, Headmistress Tria looked up from the letter and saw her mother watching her with an odd intensity. "Momma, did you know about this?" Holding back the brochure, she handed her mother the letter. Her mother read through it quickly and nodded, smiling. "I mentioned to a friend that I would so like to see you trained in your gifts, and she told me about the school and got me their address. I wrote without really expecting any response. But when the letter arrived, I knew--" She broke off and handed the letter back to Tria, her hand shaking. "This is what I've wanted for you. Tria, this is your chance, probably your only chance, to become what you are meant to be, what your gifts tell me that you should be." Tria had never seen her mother so animated. Her careworn face suddenly acquired an unsuspected beauty. For the first time Tria caught a glimpse of her mother as she must have been long years ago, before she had married a farmer and set aside her own special talents to conform to her husband's expectations of what a farm wife should be--and should not be. "Poppa will never let me go," she said. "He wouldn't even consider letting me go to the Harnor Trade School to study modern farming methods. He said he needed me here to help with the harvest. He won't change his mind about that." "He might. Oh, not easily--I'll grant you that. But he can hire the Cromley boys to help with the harvest. They'd be glad to have the work. The yields have been exceptionally good this year, so the work would be too much for you anyway." "Poppa always complains that the Cromley boys are careless." "I know, I know." Her mother sighed, and her gnarled hands pleated her apron. "They really aren't, though. Your father is just too hard to please. Now wait here a minute." Abruptly she let go of her apron and hurried off into her bedroom. She was back almost immediately, clutching a leather change purse and a pen. "It is a saying among the gifted that when a door opens to you, you must go through it." She gazed downward, saying softly, "I wish I had taken that advice." Then, raising her eyes to Tria, she said resolutely, "Look, I have the twenty-five triums right here. It's money I've saved without your father's knowing." She opened the purse and spilled out a mound of silver coins. Tria gaped, unable to imagine how her mother had hidden away so much money. But the twenty-five triums was only a down payment. She'd have to pay far more for the full year's expenses. And as she glanced over the brochure, she saw that the school offered three years of instruction. "Just get the application ready. I'll go to town this afternoon, get a bank draft, and send off the form and the draft. When your acceptance comes, it will be hard for your father to refuse." Tria could not believe that her mother thought it would be so easy. Her father had never permitted her to use her special gifts, saying that a farm girl had no business putting on airs and doing what he termed "witchery" instead of tending to her rightful business. He would certainly never allow her to attend a school for the gifted. But her mother pushed her toward the dining room table, shoved her into a chair, and placed the application form and pen in front of her. "Fill it out," she directed. "I know how unhappy you've been at the thought of spending your life on a farm. When you're trained in using your gifts, any number of opportunities will open to you. The gifted are in demand in law enforcement, in entertainment, in business, in education, even in government. You can go into just about any field you want." Tria caught her mother's excitement. Yes, she did want to do more with her life than spend it on the farm. She'd tried to hide her discontent from her mother, but of course her mother, being gifted, would know how she had dreaded the thought of working with her parents, eventually marrying a local farmer's son, and then spending the rest of her life in Carey as a farmer's wife, mother to children with no better prospects than she had. She thrilled at the possibility of going away to school. She'd always been a good student, and most especially she'd loved learning about their vast country of Arucadi and its history. She'd dreamed of traveling across it some day, of finding a job that allowed her to visit the more remote and exotic parts of the country. She'd shared her dreams and hopes with her school friends, but none had understood. She'd found no one like herself, no one with the special gifts that set her apart and made her hopes and dreams different from those of the other children in the school. She'd finished the Carey Basic School in the spring. Several of her classmates planned to go on to trade school, but she, along with many others, expected to get no further schooling but to join their parents toiling on the farms and in the wheat fields. Most of her friends accepted their lot without complaint. Tria felt alone in her longing to do more with her life. Her sister, Kate, had seemed perfectly content to settle down to life as a farm wife. But Kate possessed no special gifts as Tria did. Her mother stood behind her, her hands on Tria's shoulders. "I know you want this," she said. "And I want it for you. I want to be proud of you." Tria blinked back sudden tears. "I'll make you proud, Momma, I promise I will." She picked up the pen and filled out the application. When she finished, she handed it to her mother. "Now," her mother said, folding the paper, "go back and finish your chores. Say nothing at all about this to your father. When the acceptance comes, let me talk to him." "He'll say no." "At first, but I have ways to persuade him. I haven't used my powers in a long time, but I haven't lost them--not completely." Tria remembered evenings when her father was away, attending a farmers' meeting or drinking with his cronies at the town tavern, and she would sit with her mother by the fire, fascinated by her mother's tales of how, long ago, the gifted rode the winds and soared high over housetops and treetops to bathe in the clouds. Her mother, caught up in the enthusiasm of the old tales, would sometimes forget herself, stare into the fire, and shape the flames into the characters of her story, letting the fiery figures act out the drama. Tria would watch, entranced, until the heroes and heroines faded to ashes. Those were only stories. Now the normals had their own form of magic in the steam engine and the railroads that crisscrossed Arucadi. The gifted traveled by train or bus as the normals did, and in the cities the recently invented automobiles had begun to proliferate. People claimed that someday engineers would build large winged machines to carry people through the air. Tria thought that idea more preposterous than the possibility of using magic to ride to the clouds. But that sort of magic, if it still existed at all, would never be hers, even if she were to go to this marvelous school. And despite her mother's optimism, she foresaw a barrier she feared insurmountable. "What about the rest of the money?" she asked. "What you showed me won't cover more than the down payment." Her mother looked grim. "There's money set aside for your dowry," she said. "That will have to be enough." Copyright (c) 2002 by E. Rose Sabin Excerpted from A School for Sorcery by E. Rose Sabin All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.