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Es war einmal, vor langer Zeit, als eine bezaubernde Prinzessin das Licht der Welt erblickte. Ihr Haar war schwarz wie tiefstes Ebenholz, ihre Lippen leuchtend rot wie frisches Blut und ihre Haut so zart und weiß wie frisch gefallener Schnee. Nachdem der Jägersmann sie allein im dichten Wald zurückließ und lange bevor sie den Zwergen begegnete, kreuzte ein Dämon ihren Weg - ein Jäger der Einhörner.

Colleen's life at Willsbury college is happily hectic between a math and music double major and her fledgling rock band. An after-gig celebration at Granite Top Mountain takes a turn toward chaos when she and her friends find they've been gifted or cursed with mind-bending abilities that defy the laws of nature and time. Unable to understand and unwilling to let loose of the mystery, she soon runs afoul of reclusive spirit-worshipping Hong Kong students with their own agenda and powers.

When divination fails, will disaster automatically follow? To take her place as a seer, Sibyl first has to pass an exam proving her ability. But not all exams end well. When Sibyl fails her seers exam, she escapes to a family farm to come to terms with her failure. Her stay doesn't bring the relief she expected; instead, she's reminded all over again how much hard work there is to do on a farm in rural Aotearoa New Zealand—and what dangers there are, too.

Cal didn’t go to court for arson with the intention of finding a corpse outside the exit. Nor did he believe it could get any worse than the soul-crushing anxiety following him around due to being a walking time-bomb. That is, until his mentor’s motel turning into a confusing blood bath by a man in a black hat. Now his fingers tingle, his chest burns, and there are scorch marks on the concrete. He needs answers, and The Man in the Black Hat has them.

Найти Грааль было мечтой многих людей на протяжении долгих веков. И вот в один радостный день в сад семьи Марковых "Грааль" сам упал к ногам людей, даруя некоторым молодость и бессмертие, а многим скорую и мучительную гибель. Смогут ли ужиться вместе смертные люди и "нелюди"? Найдут ли три части человечества способ сосуществовать на одной планете или хотя бы в рамках одного семейства? Ведь люди не могут даже дышать одним воздухом с Вечными. Впереди боль и счастье, всеобщая Гражданская война по всей планете, блестящие научные прорывы и мрак надвигающегося Нового Средневековья.

Things have gone wonky around me most of my life. I often find dead or dying people, and if something freakish happens, I'm usually in the middle or nearby. My luck dumps me into the weirdest situations. College is expensive. Nothing is going to stop me. I will have a good life, I will be a great EMT, and I will keep looking for why my twin died. But with my luck, anything and everything might happen.

The strangest thing about Annie's new reality isn't that she's now in the body of a seven-year-old child, the beloved Lillith, feared dead by her family after a particularly nasty bout of pneumonia. It's that she's constantly having to conceal her adult intellect, which is not only advanced but otherworldly. Sure, being a young woman and a grad student in twenty-first-century America had its challenges, but this life as Lillith presents even tougher obstacles. She must tread carefully to conceal her vast knowledge of biology, math, physics, and . . . being an adult.

The last thing Jonathan "Tilly" Tillman remembers is the thunderous crack of a flame-engulfed building collapsing as he tried to save a little girl . . . Until a system administrator offers him a new life on Nephesh, the realm where ideals, myths, and legends clash endlessly for supremacy in the hearts of men. Carrying all the trauma and regrets of his decades-long career as a first responder, Tilly must start from scratch—without a tutorial—in a system-governed universe. To make matters worse, on day one he finds himself facing off against a cosmic force bent on corrupting the entire realm.

"Heute vor drei Wochen haben wir Jaydee verloren", sagte ich und blickte hinaus aufs Tal. "Wir haben ihn nicht verloren", antwortete Akil, der neben mir saß und mir mit seiner angenehmen Wärme Halt und Trost spendete. "Das klingt, als wäre er tot." "An den meisten Tagen fühlt es sich genauso an." "Ach, Hase." Sein Arm legte sich um meine Schulter und drückte mich sachte an sich. Ich lehnte mich gegen Akil, atmete tief den Duft nach Erde und frischem Gras ein, schloss die Augen und bemühte mich, nicht loszuheulen.