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Brian, Nik and Darby—three friends practiced in ennui, binge-drinking, hooking up with strangers and fighting supernatural crime (when Brian's not committing it as a werewolf once a month)—have been sent by Abe Van Helsing (yes, one of those Van Helsings) to try to track down a colleague who has gone missing in London. As they putz around the city, following any leads that might help them find their British counterpart, they uncover a clairvoyancy smuggling ring, located right in the heart of the financial district. Who's kidnapping all the fortune tellers in Soho, and why?

TGIF used to mean happy hour drinks or curling up with delivery pizza. But when you live in an inn for paranormal beings, the end of the week often signals the beginning of chaos. And this Friday? A banshee has invaded the basement, I've shifted from human to cat three times in one day (a personal record I never wanted to set), and my confidential files at SPA headquarters have mysteriously vanished. Getting rid of the shrieking banshee is priority number one, and all we have to do is solve a local murder.

Ein einziges Pokerblatt verändert das Leben auf Schloss Harrowmore. Hilflos müssen Walt und Livie mit ansehen, wie sich der Südflügel in ein Heim für ruhelose Seelen verwandelt. Verantwortlich für diese unerwünschte Entwicklung scheint ihnen die junge Zeitreisende Allison zu sein. Und so setzt Livie alles daran, sowohl den neuen Mitbewohnern als auch dem jüngsten Spross der Harrowmores ihre Geheimnisse zu entreißen.

I have a simple arrangement with the Faerie Court: I track down the beings they want found and in exchange for that, they let me live. But a girl's gotta eat, even a banished banshee, so I do what I have to, even if that means working for humans. Rent money doesn't grow on trees. Darcey Thorne is one of the last of her kind-a banshee, harbinger of death - but due to a past indiscretion which saw her imprison her ex-lover, she now works as a bounty hunter for the Faerie Court. When the Court jerks her chain and tells her to hunt down MacNa, an old friend, Darcey has to obey.

Skye Brigid O'Shea is desperate for an escape. Losing big in a nasty divorce and taking the fall for a patient's death, the stressed-out thirty-two-year-old jumps at the chance to move to Ireland after inheriting her grandmother's B&B. But the nosy American quickly lands back in hot water when she investigates unearthly howls and discovers the disagreeable local she argued with earlier stone-cold dead.

Aurnia O’Clery believes in science, facts, and what she can see with her own eyes. And that belief has served her well over the past twenty-seven years. It sealed her off from trusting the airy-fairy tales of enchantment and powerful legends her Irish granddad spun to convince her everything would be all right. Even after her mother’s suicide. After her dad abandoned her. Growing up on the family’s horse breeding farm she learned life’s lessons the hard way: bad things happen, and the world isn’t fair. Only she secretly wishes it were.

When a heartbroken widow with a newborn baby turns up at Darcey's office saying she's being followed, Darcey detects secret magic at work. She investigates the case, but her efforts are thwarted by her rival in the Elite. For some reason, no one wants Darcey to discover the truth. And it looks like she won't when her own past catches up with her. She's hauled off to Faerie to face execution. Her crime: murdering Mother of the Hunt. Solve the case. Check. Escape with her life. Check. And juggle the supernatural hotties vying for her attention? Umm, maybe.

Als Livies Herz von einem Moment zum anderen wieder zu schlagen beginnt, glaubt sie zunächst an eine Art Belohnung. Und auch ein Aufenthalt an der Küste Cornwalls klingt im ersten Moment eher verlockend als abschreckend. Doch schon bald wäre sie lieber wieder tot in ihrer Dachkammer als lebendig in Venice Garden. Denn an diesem Ort stellt sich nicht mehr die Frage, ob, sondern wie viele ihrer Freunde sterben müssen.

"Mister Broken Tree geht es gut. Dem Sasquatch leider nicht." November 1887. Für Caoimhe "Kiwa" O’Shea ist nichts mehr so, wie es einmal war. Die Welt hinter dem Nebel – die Nebula Convicto – ist wie eine Lawine über sie gekommen und hat ihr altes Leben als Polizeifotografin hinfortgerissen. Zwischen Zauberinnen und Zauberern, Gestaltwandlern und Nachtstreifern, Unendlicher Legion und Nebelwacht sucht sie ihre Rolle und ihre Zukunft – und stößt dabei auf die Vergangenheit und uralte Talente, die man besser nicht heraufbeschwören sollte. Es sei denn, man ist der Macht der Cailleach gewachsen.