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Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin's actions and learn what she can about the invading king threatening to bring her land to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit. One slip could bring doom not only for Feyre, but for everything-and everyone-she holds dear.

GDY PRZYCHODZI CZAS ZEMSTY, NIKT NIE MOŻE CZUĆ SIĘ BEZPIECZNY. Joaquin Ferro po latach chce odebrać życie temu, kto sprawił, że stał się Katem z Los Angeles. Jest w stanie zrobić wszystko, by zakończyć to, nad czym tak długo pracuje. Potrzebuje kogoś, kto pomoże mu w realizacji jego planu. Elena van Celluci jest jego tajną bronią i szansą na lepszą przyszłość. Dziewczyna latami więziona przez własnego ojca wydostaje się z piekła. W życiu jednak nie ma nic za darmo. Elena przekonuje się o tym bardzo szybko – w momencie, w którym Joaquin informuje ją, czego chce w zamian.

Betrayed by the woman he loves, kidnapped, tortured, and separated from the source of his power, Seven's only goal is to punish the people who have wronged him. That is, until he is forced to work with Amelia. Amelia is bright and precocious and does not have time for his vendetta. She is working on a machine designed to map the planets, an orrery, and has been promised a permanent home with the Sisterhood of Cultivators if she succeeds. The only problem is, the orrery is a lot more than a simple machine - it is also a doorway. And when a door is left open, anything might come through.

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?

Verity Fassbinder thought no boss could be worse than her perfectionist ex-boyfriend—until she agreed to work for a fallen angel. The angel is a jealous—and violent—employer, so she's quit working for the Weyrd Council and sent her family away. The angel has tasked Verity with finding two lost treasures. That would be hard even without a vengeful Dusana Nadasy on her heels. And Inspector McIntyre won't stop calling: the bodies of Normal women who disappeared decades ago are turning up, apparently subjected to Weyrd magics.

I'm not supposed to push through the boundaries of reality without supervision. I'm definitely not meant to drag a cop Between with me. But stuff happens, you know? Hi. I'm Pet. Well, not Pet, exactly. I am a pet. Nothing too hard; I just cook and clean for the Behindkind who took over my house. Easy. But now one of my owners has gone missing. He's fae, so it shouldn't worry me, but if there's something out there that can kidnap fae, I don't wanna meet it. Good thing I've got another two owners and a spare cop up my sleeve....

Hot on the tails of the gumiho who slaughtered her family, YeoWoo instead stumbles over the battered and broken body of a merman who knows just a little bit too much about her quarry. It should be simple to keep Marazul both alive and useful, but although YeoWoo is successful in the former, the latter is a different tail. YeoWoo has always taken what she wanted in blood and force. Athelas has always gained what he needed by deception and manipulation. With their usual methods failing at every turn and the investigation swiftly becoming deadly, it's time to make a few changes.

Ich weiß, wovon ich erzähle, denn das Schicksal hat mich dazu bestimmt, selber ein Geisterdetektiv und Teufelsjäger zu sein - ein Bote des Lichtes, das blitzende Schwert in der Finsternis. Nicht erst seit heute, sondern seit mindestens tausend Leben. Seit ich einst Mahsa, aus dem Stamm der geheimnisvollen Goriten, war, vor undenklichen Zeiten, die in keinen Annalen der Menschheit vermerkt sind, weil das Böse es nicht will und alle Spuren vernichtete.