Showing results for "James Smith" in Supernatural

Inghilterra, 1086. Il censimento ordinato da Guglielmo il Conquistatore è stato finalmente portato a termine. La summa di quel lavoro immane è un volume in cui sono elencate tutte le terre e le proprietà del regno. Ma ben presto strane voci cominciano a circolare, e nessuno sa perché due luoghi sono indicati con un'unica, enigmatica parola scritta in inchiostro cremisi: devastato. Circondata da un'aura di mistero, quell'opera monumentale passerà alla storia con un titolo inquietante: Il libro del Giorno del Giudizio. Oggi. Tre omicidi nell'arco di poche ore.

Felicia, Lizbeth Rose’s half-sister and a student at the Grigori Rasputin school in San Diego—capital of the Holy Russian Empire—is caught between her own secrets and powerful family struggles. As a granddaughter of Rasputin, she provides an essential service to the hemophiliac Tsar Alexei, providing him the blood transfusions that keep him alive. Felicia is treated like nonentity at the bedside of the tsar, and at the school she’s seen as a charity case with no magical ability. But when Felicia is snatched outside the school, the facts of her heritage begin to surface.

The Preserve in Bath—the British Area 51—is the secret government dumping ground for all things supernatural and out of space. It is one of the most heavily-guarded places in the world. However, it's not what protects it that makes it so dangerous but the things that are inside...

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. My final salvage, and this time I must rescue the entire world. Orion has fooled the entire human population with his lies, and they follow him like mindless zombies. They are the lost ones now.

My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker. When children go missing, and the humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. One last salvage and the final battle with Orion and the demon hordes will be upon me. I don't know the name of the person I'm Tracking, or what she looks like so finding her is going to be...impossible. But she is the key to defeating the demons.

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. The clock is ticking, and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the casualty list is growing. And with each name that is added to those we've lost, my confidence cracks a little more. Yet there is hope...

Bethany Anne and crew are back! They need to grab a ship, figure out who is trying to dig into her businesses, get their hands around the potential for creating an A.I. and the ongoing mess with Anton and South America. One of these days, she will get a break. Fortunately for us, it wasn't today. Got an attitude? That's nice. Just don't show it around Bethany Anne. When she slaps a face off, the whole head goes with it.

"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker." When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. O’Shea is AWOL, and Tracking him is proving to be harder than I expected. Not to mention the small fact that I have the Beast of Bodmin Moor chasing me across Europe, in a race against the odds, and my life as the prize. But those things are minor compared to the secrets that finally come to light. Secrets I wish had stayed hidden in the darkness....

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. When the dust settles, my heart feels as though it will never be pieced back together. But there are too many lives riding on my ability to function at my best. So I push through. And I find that I still have some fight left in me. Now I have one last task before I can rest: to find the simple ingredients of a spell. A spell that will help heal much of my wounds.