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There's never enough time to really enjoy life, not when you're Russian Weapons Engineer Vlad Nardoir. Vlad has done a number of things in his short time in Eldgard. He's helped capture an Imperial fortress, defeated a corrupted demigod, and created a Crafter's guild where all are welcome. But Vlad's greatest challenge is yet to come. With a timer counting down until the Vault of Souls changes locations, leaving him completely without a lead for its resting place, Vlad will need to battle against time, a powerful hidden evil, and his own internal darkness to destroy the vault in time.

My name is Phoebe Harkness. When I’m not trying to cure the disease that killed the world, I’m working as an ambassador between the humans of New Oxford and the Genetic Others, all the things that go bump in the night. A new power has risen, and the boy who would be King is bringing his carnival to our streets. A vampire pride march in a city fuelled by prejudice: what could possibly go wrong? Indeed, somebody, or something wants to cancel the festivities and is picking off vampires one at a time. What kind of monster hunts monsters?

Dante and Blays have forced Gladdic from the Collen Basin. But the victory might be only the first battle in a much larger war. With the land on the brink of starvation and politically fractured, Dante and Blays scramble to secure Collen's food, borders, and allies. Before their work is done, rumor arrives from Mallon. The enemy is mustering for another attack. Even if Collen can weather the coming storm, there's no guarantee their independence will last out the year.

We all know how it goes. You’re getting old, slow.... All of your friends are dead.... You have to fight for your life in an arena, save the Goblin Queen and defeat an evil sorcerer before she destroys a world of Wild magic. And that’s before you even think about facing Shallunsard the demon, the Eldest of the Annurashi, and Halda the Red Witch who’s had a bone to pick with you for 700 years. Live or die, this is Breed’s last ride. So, are you ready? Good.

My name is Eden Blaive, high queen of the Fae Kingdoms, specifically the Elven Kingdom of Kilora. War is no longer on our doorstep, instead it’s pounding right against our walls with a fury behind its fist. When Nija pulled her people from mine and King Rowan’s Kingdom, she basically declared war. Now we're forced to come up with a plan - and Fenris, my long-lost biological father, is the key to my plan working.