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You meet the most interesting men in medieval prisons. This one time, I met a guy who offered me immortality for the low, low price of changing my diet. I didn’t read the fine print. Because, he wasn’t talking about a gluten-free diet. More like hemoglobin-full. And now, I’m a friggin’ vampire with five centuries of pop culture references.

XXII SECOLO. SMETTI DI CERCARE L'AMORE: QUANDO RAGGIUNGERAI LA MAGGIORE ETÀ, SARÀ LA SCIENZA A DIRTI CHI È LA TUA ANIMA GEMELLA. Obbedire alla legge... o ascoltare il cuore? 98,8%. Eliotte non riesce ancora a crederci, ma i risultati del test di compatibilità della Algorithma sono inconfutabili. Lo Stato americano ha appena decretato scientificamente che Izaak Meeka è la sua anima gemella più pura, quella con cui dovrà sposarsi e andare a vivere nelle prossime settimane, per garantire la sopravvivenza della specie.

The end game approaches, and I’m in a three-way race against a psychotic goddess and the most powerful necromancer who’s ever lived. There is only one general left, and both Reverkar, King of the Dwarves, and the B---h Goddess want to find him first. If either of them wins, it means the end of the world. But my wives and I aren’t about to let them win without a fight. We’ll battle against zombies, brainwashed slayers, and horrors untold as we journey across Amalgam in our effort to stop them.

Annowan might have finally joined my family, but our marriage doesn’t mean we can afford to slack off! My wives and I are on the trail of another of the B---h Goddess’s missing generals. Our quest brings us to a desolate, cursed region, where we’ll have to contend with clockwork horrors, undead hordes, and my demonic grandmother-in-law. Things might look rough, but I swore to rescue my sweetheart from the B---h’s clutches, and nothing will get in my way!

Lilith, Empress of Demons, has charged me with defeating the Bitch Goddess's remaining generals. My quest will take me beyond the burning sands of the Endless Dunes to the frozen, cursed reaches of the Coldspite Basin.

My name is Mal, and ever since I was a boy, I've been treated as a malcontent because of my ability to see magic. For everyone else, magic is proof of the Goddess’ love. To me, it is just a colorful spread of enchantments, cantrips, blessings, and hexes. And any spell I can see, I can break. I had always expected to grow up to be a ditch-digger. Instead, I was dubbed a hero. Heroes are sent out in the wasteland, to slay monsters and to challenge the Demon Lord. It’s a suicide mission. But once I was exiled, I found that the outside world was different from what I had thought.

There are no more generals left to fight over, or shards of divinity for the B---h Goddess to devour. My wives and I have fought across the width and breadth of Amalgam in our battle against the avatar of greed. We’ve defeated zombies, angels, monsters, and horrors beyond count, every victory bringing us to this, the final battle.

République de Dor-Thimlin. À l'époque instable des temps sombres. Depuis la fin de l'ère de prospérité, les cinq régions vivent dans la plus grande isolation, chacune abritant ses citoyens dans des villes qui tentent de survivre malgré un climat de peur et de confusion politique. Naryë, Observatrice d'Aldal et membre de l'Assemblée des Sages, est certaine de sa vision : il existe un moyen de mettre un terme à l'Affliction qui sévit au-delà des murs et de guérir la perte du Don.