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When I—along with my best friend and his big purple monster boyfriend—come across a fortress-like raider camp while journeying across the monster-infested Wastes, we stop to deliver a message. Somehow, that simple pit stop turns into a seemingly impossible quest to get this camp's missing leader out of the prison where he's being held and forced to fight monsters and other humans. I know exactly where it is because I've been there. Problem is, I'm making this journey with the prickliest and most arrogant guy I've ever met, who seems to hate me on sight. Oh, and he's also half-monster.

The little piece of almost heaven I carved out for myself ain't bad. I've got my truffle pig, Rampy, and my farm, and my work. It ain't much, but it's honest work, and a peaceful existence. There ain't nothin' else I really need. But every year when the moth mating call comes along, I'm reminded of how lonely my life can be.

Dans Rebel Witch , la conclusion palpitante de la duologie Heartless Hunter , l'amour n'a jamais été aussi mortel. UNE SORCIÈRE... Rune Winters est en fuite. Depuis que le garçon qu'elle aimait, Gideon Sharpe, l'a livrée aux mains de l'ennemi, tout le monde veut sa mort. Pour survivre, elle doit s'allier à la dangereuse Cressida Roseblood, qui prévoit de réinstaurer un Règne des Sorcières. UN CHASSEUR DE SORCIÈRES... Apparemment, il ne suffisait pas que Rune trompe Gideon : elle le trahi une nouvelle fois en s'alliant avec la sorcière qui a fait de sa vie un enfer.

All I've ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I've accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that's exactly what he asks for. My soul. And a kiss. But we won't talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I'm very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn't immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at all.)

A pack of wolves hunt a girl who takes her last breath by a river’s edge. She is found and nursed back to health by the kind-hearted Nhil people. She has no memory. No past. And is given a choice that could change her forgotten life forever.

When Callith Morri moves to a tiny yet infamous town in the Pacific northwest to study forestry and find cryptids other than mothman and other East coast legends, he expects to have at least one sasquatch sighting, or perhaps even discover werewolves or vampires hiding among humans as mothpeople do. Instead, along comes a spider…. person. This webhead isn't anything like a certain famous superhero, though. Spylar is much more unsettling and hair-raising.

Мартинити - таких, как она, называют провинциалками и воротят нос. Она не знает настоящей жизни. Адептка. Рантар - в полной мере испил напиток цинизма и давно принимает победы в схватках с судьбой, как само собой разумеющееся. Декан.