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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.

Schon seit neun Jahren dient Sybil Delling zusammen mit ihren Schwestern in der Kathedrale von Aisling als Weissagerin. Doch als eines Tages der geheimnisvolle Ritter Rodrick Myndacious nach Aisling kommt, ändert sich ihr Leben schlagartig. Sybils düstere Vorahnung scheint sich zu bewahrheiten, als ihre Schwestern nach und nach verschwinden.

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars.That was a long time ago.My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark.I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

A collection of three dark novellas that delve into the nature of memory, madness and the afterlife.

The sun no longer rises. Evening no longer falls. In the lands of endless sunlight, we fear the darkness, we forge swords, we march to war. In the shadows of eternal night, we hide, we pray, we die. Soldiers of sunlight and children of darkness - we were once one. We were torn apart. We must be one again.

We are in darkness. We are alone. They came from the lands of light. They came with torches, with lanterns, with the banners of the sun. The children of endless day-they came to banish the darkness. And they came to kill. We are the children of never-ending night. We are the dwellers of shadow. In the light of our enemy, we are dying. We were born in darkness. We must cast out the light. This is our story.

Our world has fallen still. One half lies drenched in eternal daylight, the other cloaked in endless night. Our people are divided, some living under the sun, the others hidden in shadow. All is light or darkness. All is the sun or the moon. All but me. My father was born in the never-ending sunlight of the West. My mother is a daughter of darkness. I am split in two. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, I am torn.

This gripping tale takes place in the late 19th century and follows the protagonist, Mr. Hapley, a famous entomologist who becomes embroiled in an ongoing feud with Professor Pawkins a rival in his field. Hapley has a devasting retort to Professor Pawkins's most recent attack on him, but before he can deliver the ruinous blow, Pawkins dies leaving Haply ready for battle with no opponent. The physical Pawkins may be gone, but a mysterious moth that no one but Hapley can see or feel the presence of appears.

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.

Herbert George Wells (1866 - 1946) was a prolific English writer of science fiction stories and novels, and is frequently credited as being the father of science fiction. 'The Moth' is the strange tale of two rivalling entomologists, each determined to demolish the other's life's work. When one of them dies, the other struggles to cope in the absence of his rival. And then he discovers an entirely new species of moth - a moth very reminiscent of his dead rival - and which pursues him wherever he goes.

La magie est tombée... Venez assister à l'avènement de la Nouvelle République, porté par la voix éraillée de Zina Khakhoulia et le timbre profond de Gabriel Bismuth ! La révolution touche à sa fin : les Sœurs Reines sont tombées, et la caste des sorcières avec elles. Celles qui dominaient le pays sont désormais traquées et exécutées, leur magie faiblit de jour en jour. Descendante d'une lignée de sorcières, Rune est parvenue à conserver son statut au sein de la haute société, mais n'en oublie pas ses origines pour autant.

Our world burns with war. In the west, the people of eternal sunlight invade the darkness, armed with swords, arrows, and torches. In the east, the children of endless night fight from the shadows. Soldiers of sunlight and dwellers of darkness. Their war flares across the world of Moth.

For countless years, Moth has been frozen still, one half drenched in eternal daylight, the other cloaked in endless night. For countless years, the soldiers of sunlight and the dwellers of darkness have lived in isolation. We are the children of Moth. We were born in sunlight or in shadow. We can stop the fire, or we can watch our world burn. This is our story.

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.

The Butterfly and the Moth is a timeless story of adventure, friendship, wisdom, love, and compassion. It is also a story about personal transformation. Emma and her new friend, Leppi, travel through the countryside in search of the Princess Butterfly.

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.