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Breaking a bargain with a god is impossible, or so they say. Which means Hannah is Cthulhu's forever. But she still hasn't learned to use her powers at will and old Tentacle Face isn't happy about it. His minions drop Hannah at Cain's doorstep with orders — make her useful in a month, or she dies. Cain isn't sure what's worse — damning her to an eternity serving Cthulhu, or letting her die. No matter what he does, he'll lose her.

Hannah returns to Cthulhu in a week, and there's nothing Cain can do to stop it. Though he still has Soultaker, Hannah won't let him trade it for her freedom. The sword can summon an army of the dead, and Cthulhu wouldn't hesitate to use it. It turns out Soultaker wasn't the only thing from the armory to survive. A mysterious cube was stolen by the mechanists.

It is 1876. Three close friends—Jonas Celwyn, the automat Professor Xiau Kang, and Bartholomew, a scientist and widower from Sudan—set out on another adventure. Celwyn has been wounded and all that keeps the immortal peyote-eating magician alive are the skills of an old enemy, his half-brother Pelaez. After Celwyn is taken aboard the submarine Nautilus by his companions, they must journey to Thales, the healer of the immortals. Even for the intrepid Captain Nemo and his fearless crew, the adventure will prove deadly.

Raven has lived by this first tenet since she was trained by her father to become a reaper. But since his death, she's been spending years redeeming the lives she's taken. By her count, she's even, and it's time for that life to end. If she settles down and becomes a wife, she might just feel human again. But on the way to the life she thinks she wants, the baron of New Haven asks her to complete a task which she cannot ignore.... Just when Raven decides to give up on her life as an assassin, she's pulled right back in.

Pillage, plunder, mayhem, and wicked magical tattoos...sounds like the perfect life for pirate Captain Maggy Low. Her life is a dream of violent chaos if you don’t count the fact that magic causes her first mate’s brain to melt until he turns to a beast intent on eating his fellow crewmates.

For Miss Phoebe Lockswell, fashionable London tea parties and balls aren't her style. Instead, she prefers to tinker tirelessly with a clockwork diffuser she's built from scratch. If only she can get the invention to work on command, she might earn her way out of an arranged marriage to a repugnant member of the House of Commons.