The School for Good and Evil

Willkommen in der Welt, in der Magie keine Grenzen kennt: Morrigan Crow ist verflucht, an ihrem 11. Geburtstag zu sterben. Doch als die Zeiger auf Mitternacht zulaufen, wird sie vom wunderbar seltsamen Jupiter North gerettet und in sein Hotel in der geheimen Stadt Nevermoor gebracht. Dort gibt es riesenhafte, sprechende Katzen, Vampirzwerge und echte Freunde für Morrigan. Doch sie muss schwierige Prüfungen bestehen, um in ihrem neuen Zuhause bleiben zu dürfen, und außer ihr scheint hier jeder ein besonderes Talent zu haben. Oder kann Morrigan vielleicht mehr, als sie ahnt?

Teenage girls don't believe in fairy tales, and 16-year-old Elena Watkins was no different - until the night a fairy tale killed her father. Now Elena's in a new world and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a prince wants Elena's heart, and a long-dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh, and the only way Elena's going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.

Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig. It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview - to see if I'd mesh with their "special" clientele. I think that part went great. Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. That's the definition of fitting in, right? I expected to get thrown out on my ass. Instead, they...offered me the job? It turns out this place isn't a bar. It's a guild. 

Harry Potter has never even heard of Hogwarts when the letters start dropping on the doormat at number four, Privet Drive. Addressed in green ink on yellowish parchment with a purple seal, they are swiftly confiscated by his grisly aunt and uncle. Then, on Harry's eleventh birthday, a great beetle-eyed giant of a man called Rubeus Hagrid bursts in with some astonishing news: Harry Potter is a wizard, and he has a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. An incredible adventure is about to begin!

You'd think that basically being in charge of love would be an epic job, right? Wrong. Sure, I can blow some Lust into people's faces and watch the show, but I can't actually participate. It gets old, trust me. Same goes for love. I can pass it out like sugar-free lollipops at a dentist's office, but I can't get any love for myself. It totally sucks. I used to consider myself a hopeless romantic, so why wouldn't I choose to become a cupid? Sounds like a good idea, right? Wrong again. They don't call us stupid cupids for nothing.