St. Sebastian's at Cravenmoor Academy Series by Eve Newton

The Sanctuary Statute has turned Cravenmoor from gothic university into a polished oubliette, and every heir inside is starving for power—or simply starving.I can feel the pressure rising under the stone.When an arsonist reduces our seventeenth-century library to ash, armed mercenaries ring the moat and BBC drones circle overhead like carrion. Cravenmoor is no longer an academy; it’s a pressure cooker.Good.Because I’m ready to turn up the heat.

Rival syndicates have laid siege to our walls, bribed half the porters, and trained rifles on every stained-glass window. The Sanctuary Statute still holds—and my Court, now owns every staircase.So we weaponise the curriculum.The enemy has been granted “diplomatic access” to the Garden Party, certain that British decorum will keep the croquet lawn blood-free.They forget Cravenmoor sits on flooded Roman tunnels—and that I hold every key.The academy tried to cage me.I made it my kingdom... moreRival syndicates have laid siege to our walls, bribed half the porters, and trained rifles on every stained-glass window. The Sanctuary Statute still holds—and my Court, now owns every staircase.So we weaponise the curriculum.The enemy has been granted “diplomatic access” to the Garden Party, certain that British decorum will keep the croquet lawn blood-free.They forget Cravenmoor sits on flooded Roman tunnels—and that I hold every key.The academy tried to cage me.I made it my kingdom.Kneel—or burn for extra credit. less