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Stories are circling about a lone wolf in a town called Cherokee Hills. Talk of a creature who walks on two legs…a werewolf. I decide to go and investigate this for myself. A road trip sounds like fun. It’ll be more of a vacation than anything else because these rumors are laughable at best. A werewolf? Like hell! Good thing I decided to go because what I find is far more horrifying than I ever thought possible.

Nur noch wenige Menschenstädte trotzen dem gnadenlosen Ansturm der Wildnis, die sie umgibt. Dies gelingt ihnen einzig mit Hilfe der mächtigen Ardael, die einen hohen Preis für ihren Schutz verlangen. Harmonys einzige Chance, sich dieser Auswahl zu entziehen, besteht darin, sich den Wächtern der Stadtmauer anzuschließen, die tagtäglich ihr Leben im Kampf gegen die wilden Bestien riskieren.

My husband killed me. Then he screwed his way through the city. The only problem? I didn’t stay dead. It seems killing me woke something deep inside, something so dark and buried so deep I never knew it was there. I don’t know what I am, I don’t really care. All I can think about is revenge, even as the monsters in the dark start to surround me. Their horns and black eyes, mouths filled with fangs claiming I am theirs.

My life has become a shell of the one I once knew after losing my other half, my dear twin sister. Before she was killed in a bear attack, I made her two promises, to raise her twin daughters as if they were my own and to protect them with my life. Until now, I've kept those promises. When the wicked Fae Queen Malvolia sends three winged fire mages to hunt us, I'm faced with an impossible choice, kill them or let them take us hostage. Killing them would be too easy, for I'm gifted with the white magic of the siren's call, and with my powerful voice, I can bring entire armies to their knees.

Love. When mutual, it's Heaven on Earth. When one-sided, it can tear you apart. There is no greater weapon than the heartsick soul. That is the power I wield, for I am the God of Love. No one has power like me. No one can poison a heart and pollute a mind the way I can. That is why the gods kicked me out. That is why they made me fall. But then a door appears on the side of my hill. The opportunity to ruin kings and destroy gods is mine once more. I can crush the whole wicked world if I can just get back the power I lost. But this magic of mine requires sacrifice.

Einst hat Emberlyn das Tanzen geliebt. Doch als sie in die legendäre Balletttruppe der »Marionettes« aufgenommen wurde, hat sich ihr Traum in einen Alptraum verwandelt. Denn die Tänzerinnen heißen nicht nur Marionetten, sie sind buchstäblich lebendige Puppen. Der Direktor des Balletts bindet die Mädchen durch einen dunklen Fluch an sich, er kontrolliert jede ihrer Bewegungen. Die einzigen Momente, in denen Emberlyn das Tanzen noch genießen kann, sind, wenn sie in den Armen ihres Tanzpartners liegt, einer schattenhaften Gestalt, die nur für wenige Minuten auf der Bühne Form annimmt.