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In this conclusion of the Magic University series, Kyle begins his senior year full of doubt. For his junior thesis, he made a new translation of an ancient prophecy he believed to be about himself and his true love. Now other people are starting to believe it, too, as the signs of the Burning Days seem to be everywhere: people losing their magic, odd storms, and earthquakes. But although Kyle has many loving friends and eager acquaintances, he has no true love in sight.

Kyle Wadsworth thinks he isn't ready to love again, after what happened in his second year of college. Now halfway through his junior year, he's obsessed with studying an ancient prophecy and is still haunted by past events, even in his dreams. But he soon learns that he's not the only one suffering from haunted dreams. One of his good friends, an enchantment student named Lindy Carmichael, is having uncontrollably erotic dreams and also difficulty using her magic.

Kyle is a college sophomore worrying about the usual things students do, like what he's going to major in and getting along with his dorm mates, but he attends a most unusual college. He's a student at Veritas, the hidden magical university inside Harvard. Before he got to Harvard, Kyle hadn't even known he was magical. Now he finds he has a talent for sex magic and the erotic arts. Not only that, a girl in his sex magic class has a crush on him.

Kyle Wadsworth arrives at Harvard eager to start his new life as a college student away from the cold and distant great-aunt who has raised him. But he walks into a building that only magical people can see, confusing both himself and the administrators of Veritas, the secret magical university hidden inside Harvard. There he first sees a beautiful girl who seems magical to him in every way. Soon Jess Torralva is tutoring Kyle in the ways of magic, sex, and love. But trouble is afoot at Veritas.

It makes me laugh when I hear folks think Molly and I rushed into things too fast, spouting that we couldn't possibly have felt what we did for each other in such a short space of time. I say, how the hell would they know? We made it, didn't we? She became my whole life, didn't she? And as for my folks not being real, being true? Tell that to me aged 10, 11, 12 - damn, all my bastard life - when I was never enough, when I was beaten until I bled for being too good at football and not being everything they'd dreamed.

Every baseball player knows to keep his eye on the ball and swing for the fences. Each base counts, but a home run is the goal. No one wants to strike out. This is true both on and off the field. Ellie had been my best friend since we were born, and we had a plan - get out of the tiny Alabama town we'd grown up in and go to college...together. But even life's best-laid plans could throw a powerful curveball. Rather than attend classes, I was now the starting pitcher for a Major League team.