This book is a love letter to my 11-year-old self; the tiny, glasses-wearing nerd who used to hide beneath her grandmother’s mahogany dining room table with a stack of books. I was obsessed with all things magic and looking for kids who looked like me in the grand adventures of my favorite stories.

I wanted an invitation to magic school so badly, so I wrote a world I would’ve desperately wanted to live in as a young reader. An institute where you could master brewing Indian spice elixirs, practice the art of Caribbean steel drum hypnosis, care for Chinese dragons, or practice bartering with pesky Irish pixies. A place where all people from around the world could come together and share what’s marvelous about their culture and its magical traditions – and young readers could dive into big themes about how one builds a community among magical people.

The seeds for this world grew out of my time as an elementary and middle school librarian at a charter school in Harlem, New York. I watched my young students struggle to develop a relationship with literature because of the lack of representation in books. They were often afterthoughts and erased in other big, magic book franchises that took up so much space in the canon of children’s books.

So I created this universe to remind all readers that they deserve magic no matter what. I hope you find your place here.