It's a tale of a thorn and a rose. How a thorn can bleed. How a rose can heal. How they twine and twist around each other in a torturously toxic way. Never embracing, but fighting all the same. After all, its an allegory of a thorn and a rose.

It all began with a forgotten memory. Now Andrea has to deal with the consequences, and face a shadow of her past that she once thought she cared for. Twenty-one. Twenty-one magical tasks as punishment for consorting and planning against The Noble And Most Ancient House Of Black. Things aren't as simple anymore, with threats of cataclysm and a monster on the loose.

My name is Faye. And this is my story. My story entangling with a million others, weaving a web of something indescribable. Doubling in, looping out, yes, but always there. My life, my mysteries, and my adventures. Or it was mine until Black got in the way.

My name is Faye. And this is my story. My story of entanglement with a million others, weaving a web of something indescribable. Weaving in, looping out, but always there. My life, my mysteries, and my adventures. Or it was mine until Black got in the way.

My name is Faye. And this is my story. A story of how my life thread entangles with a million others, leaving a distinct impression upon each, but never quite being there, looping in and out, trying to escape the web of attachment. My life, my mysteries, and my adventures. Or it was mine until Black got in the way.

Faye Keynman, that's me, by the way, is the new girl. Right. This is my story, and I mold it the way I want to. Not anyone else. Except... if that Black keeps interfering, I might find some pleasure in torturing him in front of the whole school. The Forest awaits! And so does my solace in learning to be an animagi.