The Outcast (Summoner, #0.1) by Taran MatharuEnter an immersive world where the chosen few have the ability to summon demons...
Arcturus is just an orphaned stable boy when he discovers he has the ability to summon demons from another world. He is sent to Vocans Academy where the lost arts of summoning, spell craft and demonology are taught to the noble children of the Empire. As the first commoner gifted with this ability, his discovery challenges the nobility and the powers that be and Arcturus soon makes enemies. With no one but his demon Sacharissa by his side, Arcturus must prove himself as a worthy Summoner...
Set before the events of SUMMONER: The Novice this is the perfect introduction to the New York Times bestselling SUMMONER series.
The Outcast: Summoner Trilogy Prequel
When stable boy Arcturus accidentally summons a demon and becomes Hominum's first common summoner, he becomes the key to a secret that the powerful overlords would do anything to keep hidden. Whisked away to Vocans Academy so he can be kept watch over, Arcturus finds himself surrounded by enemies. But he has little time to settle in before his life is turned upside down once again, for Hominum Empire is in turmoil. Rebellious intent simmers among the masses, and it will not be long before it boils over. Arcturus must choose a side. The clamor of the tavern next door had reduced to a gentle murmur, but it was not safe to come out yet.
But, what was the point of this book? On a scale of usefulness this book is a the-universe-will-go-on-fine-without-your-existence-thank-you-bye. That is the only problem worth any importance. Completely and utterly unnecessary this book. I loved the Summoner trilogy when I read it last year, it was fantastic.
The clamor of the tavern next door had reduced to a gentle murmur, but it was not safe to come out yet. If all went as planned, his master would ring the midnight bell soon, announcing to patrons that it was time to wend their drunken way home, or if they were lucky, to a room in the inn upstairs. Only then would Arcturus make his move. It was a plan ten years in the making: almost two-thirds of his young life. He was going to escape the beatings, the endless hours of toil and the meager rations that were his only reward.