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Peace in the North has been fragile and tentative in the five years since the terrible Werenight, when the light of four full moons transformed men into beasts. Now cut off completely from the Elabon Empire, the land is in violent dispute, squabbled over by minor barons hungry for greater power. Gerin the Fox is one of the few who stand firm against the encroaching chaos, but his own life has been violently shaken, first by a heartless betrayal and then by the kidnapping of his young son. Having angered a vengeful deity, he cannot look to the gods for support.

The second son of the Baron of Fox Keep, Gerin never wanted title or responsibility, but both were thrust on him when his father and brother were ambushed and slain by enemy Trokmê raiders. Leaving behind the urban bustle of Cassat and his studies in philosophy and magic, Gerin the Fox returned home to accept his place among the other barons of the Northern marches—a region secluded from the rest of the Empire of Elabon.

As the Socialist Party battles Coolidge to retain the presidency in 1924, it seems as if it can do no wrong. The stock market soars, and the USA prospers. Although victors in the War of Secession, the CSA still reels from its loss of the Great War while the Freedom Party promises new vigor and pride. But should these gray-shirted fascists seize power, they may prove dangerous. Sharing world supremacy with Germany and bloated with prosperity, the USA fails to notice ominous events inside the weakened CSA.

1945: Russian troops have entered Berlin, and are engaged in a violent orgy of robbery, rape, and revenge! Wehrmacht officer Hasso Pemsel, a career soldier on the losing end of the greatest war in history, flees from a sniper's bullet, finding himself hurled into a mysterious, fantastic world of wizards, dragons, and unicorns!

Following Blood and Iron and The Center Cannot Hold, The Victorious Opposition triumphantly concludes Harry Turtledove's American Empire trilogy - a masterful saga of alternate history. War is brewing yet again as the U.S.A. struggles to occupy Canada, and the C.S.A. begins forcing blacks into concentration camps.

865 A.D. Warring kings rule over the British Isles, but the Church rules over the kings, threatening all who oppose them with damnation. Only the dreaded Vikings of Scandinavia do not fear the priests. Shef, the bastard son of a Norse raider and a captive English lady, is torn by divided loyalties and driven by strange visions that seem to come from Odin himself. A smith and warrior, he alone dares to imagine new weapons and tactics with which to carve out a kingdom.

Atlantis lies between Europe and the East Coast of Terranova. For many years, this land of opportunity lured dreamers from around the globe with its natural resources, offering a new beginning for those willing to brave the wonders of the unexplored land.

Count Hamnet Thyssen is a minor noble of the drowsy old Raumsdalian Empire. Its capital city, Nidaros, began as a mammoth hunters camp at the edge of the great Glacier. But that was centuries ago, and as everyone knows, its the nature of the great Glacier to withdraw a few feet every year. Trasamund, a clan chief of the mammoth-herding Bizogots, the next tribe north, has come to town with strange news. A narrow gap has opened in what they'd always thought was an endless and impregnable wall of ice.

A craftsman, visionary, and warrior, Shef has risen from slavery to become king of a mighty Viking nation. But his growing kingdom menaces all of Europe, and he has made many powerful enemies. Chief among his enemies are the Knights of the Lance, a fanatical order of soldiers sworn to bring Shef down, no matter what the cost.

In the Hugo Award nominee Forty, Counting Down, computer genius Justin Kloster travels to the past to stop himself from making a terrible mistake. But all actions have their consequences. Then, in Twenty-One, Counting Up, Kloster's college life and romantic dreams are rudely interrupted when the 40-year-old Justin arrives from the future to save him from himself.

Harry Dresden ist tot, doch auch noch als Geist setzt er alles daran, seine Freunde und die Bewohner Chicagos zu beschützen. Der 13. dunkle Fall des Harry Dresden. Mein Name ist Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, und ich war der mächtigste Magier Chicagos – bis ich ermordet wurde. Dass ich diese Geschichte erzählen kann, liegt daran, dass ich ein Geist bin. Ich schien dazu verdammt zu sein zuzusehen, wie meine Freunde ohne mich den übernatürlichen Gefahren meiner Heimatstadt gegenübertreten mussten. Doch auch für Geister ist Chicago gefährlich, und vielleicht war es ganz gut, dass ich nun ein körperloses Gespenst war.

Um seine Tochter zu retten, stürmt Harry Dresden das Zentrum der Macht der Vampire des Roten Hofs! Der zwölfte dunkle Fall des Harry Dresden. Mein Name ist Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, und ich mag der mächtigste Magier Chicagos sein, aber deswegen bin ich nicht allwissend. Sie können sich meine Überraschung vorstellen, als mir meine Exfreundin Susan mitteilte, dass ich eine sieben Jahre alte Tochter namens Maggie habe. Und auch jetzt sagte Susan es mir nur, weil sie meine Hilfe benötigte. Denn die Vampire des Roten Hofes hatten Maggie entführt.

Einen verurteilten Verräter zu schützen ist seine einzige Chance, für Gerechtigkeit zu sorgen. Der elfte dunkle Fall des Harry Dresden. Mein Name ist Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, und heute bin ich ein Wächter des Weißen Rats der Magier. Doch früher hat mir dieser Rat immer misstraut, und einige seiner Mitglieder tun es noch heute. Besonders Wächter Donald Morgan hat mich schikaniert und stets einen Vorwand gesucht, um mich als Schwarzmagier hinzurichten. Es zeigt, wie verrückt dieser Fall war, dass Morgan des Hochverrats angeklagt wurde – und dass er ausgerechnet mich um Hilfe bat.

The glaciers came and covered the world with ice. Now they are in retreat. North of the city of Nidaros, north of the forest, north of the steppes where the nomadic Bizogots hunt, a gap has opened in the ice-wall. And down through that gap come the men who call themselves "Rulers." Their terrifying cavalry rides wooly mammoths. Their bows can shoot arrows farther than those of the southerners.

Kleine Gefallen für Elfen erfordern immer einen hohen Preis. Der zehnte dunkle Fall des Harry Dresden. Mein Name ist Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, und als Magier musste ich schon so manchen Handel mit übernatürlichen Wesen eingehen. Als die Königin des Winterhofs der Elfen mich um einen „kleinen” Gefallen bat, wusste ich, dass ich in Schwierigkeiten steckte. Durch ihr Tun musste ich mich mit den mächtigsten Wesen des Sommerhofs anlegen, einen brutalen Verbrecherboss retten und meinem schrecklichsten Feind gegenübertreten. Dass ich diese Geschichte erzählen kann, beweist, dass ich überlebt habe – doch zu welchem Preis?

As Britain faces the full fury of the Nazi war machine, hope comes in the form of American volunteers called the Eagle Squadrons. As these units join their RAF cousins during the Battle of Britain, famous woman aviator Amelia Earhart (who survived her world-circling flight) emerges as a rallying point for those willing to stand against fascism.

Driven by prophetic dreams, the Viking warrior Shef has become the One King, the undisputed ruler of the North. Now he must face the reborn power of the Holy Roman Empire. Rome threatens Shef's fearsome Viking navy with a new invention of unparalleled destruction: Greek fire. Unable to defend his fleet against this awesome weapon, Shef travels East in search of new wisdom. His quest leads him to the lavish court of the Muslim Caliph and, ultimately, to the secret hiding place of the Holy Grail.

Manchmal werden bestialische Morde von echten Ungeheuern verübt. Der zweite dunkle Fall des Harry Dresden. Mein Name ist Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, und ich bin ein Magier. Tatsächlich bin ich der einzige offen praktizierende Magier Chicagos. Ich trete nicht auf Kindergeburtstagen oder Firmenfeiern auf. Aber wenn die Polizei mal nicht weiter weiß, dann stehe ich ihr zur Verfügung. Der brutale Mord, zu dem mich Lieutenant Murphy in diesem Fall rief, war schon schlimm genug.