![]() ![]() ![]() Also, none of Simon’s gym teachers had worn an eye patch or carried a sword carved with runes and blessed by angels. This, at least, was one difference between the Shadowhunter and Simon’s mundane gym teachers, most of whom could barely have bench-pressed a bag of potato chips. “What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?” Scarsbury’s legs were as thick as tree trunks, and his biceps were no less depressingly huge. “Lewis!” Scarsbury shouted, looming over Simon, who lay flat on the ground, trying to will himself to do another push-up. And his physical trainer, Delaney Scarsbury, wasn’t so much a demon as a Shadowhunter who probably thought lopping the heads off a few multiheaded hellbeasts comprised an ideal Saturday night-but as far as Simon was concerned, these were technicalities. ![]() Not that Shadowhunter Academy had gym class, not exactly. Little did he know he’d been almost right. There was a time, not long ago, when Simon Lewis had been convinced that all gym teachers were actually demons escaped from some hell dimension, nourishing themselves on the agonies of uncoordinated youth. Find out about free book giveaways, exclusive content, and amazing sweepstakes! Plus get updates on your favorite books, authors, and more when you join the Simon & Schuster Teen mailing list.ĬLICK HERE TO LEARN MORE or visit us online to sign up at /teen ![]()
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