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The Spellweaver: a legendary sorcerer who crafted magic with their words. These spells were written down and given to others who would become mages. Over time, the Spellweaver was no longer reincarnated through the ages. Without the magic-creating words of the Spellweaver, magic is now a finite resource. Soon, magic will be lost to the sands of time. Unless a new Spellweaver can be found. Calwyn Weft lives in the village of Pebbert and works as an apothecary’s apprentice. It’s the one job he knows how to do well. But then the village is visited by a strange, red-robed figure.

Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig. It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview - to see if I'd mesh with their "special" clientele. I think that part went great. Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. That's the definition of fitting in, right? I expected to get thrown out on my ass. Instead, they...offered me the job?

For countless generations the sword had been kept hidden, ready for a time of need. But not hidden well enough, because in 1937 it vanished…1941—Twelve SS generals gather to call on the spirits of Europe's mightiest warriors to aid them in the coming battle in the East. At the heart of the ritual is Excalibur, the mythical weapon pulled from a stone by King Arthur.

In 930 CE, a revered group of scholars pen the first sanctioned Bible, planting the seed from which other major religions will grow. But in 1953, half the manuscript goes missing while being transported from Syria. Around the same time, in the foothills of the Dead Sea, an ancient scroll is discovered - and promptly stolen. Six decades later, both parchments stand at the heart of a geopolitical battle between foreign governments and radical extremists, threatening the lives of millions.

Something is rotten in the heart of Alexandria and Julius Strathclyde is in trouble. He appears to have summoned the gods, which is driving his partner, Neith Salah, insane. Not to mention all the other ultra-rational citizens of Alpha earth. It gets worse. The gods set a challenge that can't be refused. The race is on to find the lost blueprints for the Quantum Stepper. Whoever possesses them will be able to unlock the stepper's true potential. The game is afoot and the outcome is terrifying. All of time and space will be under the control of the victors; to protect, or to plunder.

After a victorious battle against the Spellbreaker, Cal sets his mind to becoming the most powerful reincarnation of the Spellweaver yet. His studies are soon cut short when the princess visits the Library and gives Cal and Raya a quest: the capital is afflicted with a dark magic, and they must find a way to stop it. Together with Azamar, the Fire Mage, and Oswerg, the Earth Mage, Cal and Raya set off to the capital, where danger and strange magic await them. Secrets will be revealed, and new magic will be learned. But will it be enough to save the empire?

My greatest enemy has always been myself. Over the past few weeks, I've painstakingly put my broken pieces back together, from the dark mysteries of my past to the heartrending conflict of my present. But just when I finally start to feel whole again, everything around me falls apart.

R. A. Salvatore’s New York Times best-selling saga continues as dark elf Drizzt Do’Urden returns to Gauntlgrym with old friends by his side once again, as they seek to rescue Bruenor’s loyal shield dwarf-turned-vampire. But not only do Drizzt and his allies face a perilous journey through the Underdark and the dangers of the undead that lie within, but they must cross through a colony of drow, who would like nothing better than to see Drizzt Do’Urden dead.

In the second audiobook of the Companions Codex, the latest series in R.A. Salvatore’s New York Times best-selling saga of dark elf Drizzt Do’Urden, the orcs of Many Arrows decide to take advantage of the chaos wrought by the Sundering to reignite a blood feud first brought to life in the phenomenal best seller The Thousand Orcs.

When Jonathon Roth and his family are invited by their neighbors, the Beasleys, to join them at a luxury retreat in Cozumel, who can refuse? It’s the perfect winter getaway. Relaxing on the beach, gourmet food, sightseeing, and free accommodations. But if it sounds too good to be true, it is. Villa Sara de Calakmul, owned by mysterious tycoon Jacob Calakmul, is more isolated compound than private resort. Armed guards patrol the jungle perimeters. Pictures of previous guests—long disappeared—adorn the walls.

To most, Daniel is the charming owner of an oddities shop he inherited from his grandfather, but looks are deceiving. Charged with keeping the worlds safe - from magicals and humans alike - Daniel leads a double life, leaving no room for anything - or anyone - else. When a relatively straightforward mission takes a turn, it plunges him into a dangerous new world where no one can be trusted. He must live a lie within a lie while he works from the shadows to keep the worlds safe from a deadly new threat. Everyone has their limits. Will Daniel survive being pushed past his?

In the evolving world of the Forgotten Realms setting, the Sundering has given way to months of cloud-cloaked darkness, and war rages under that oppressive sky. The orcs have broken a hard-fought treaty that's held, however tentatively, for a hundred years, and the time to settle old scores has devolved into an all-out brawl for control of the ancient realms of the North.

Vor drei Monaten habe ich einen Job als Barkeeperin angenommen. Aber nicht in einer normalen Bar – in einer magischen Gilde. Ich bin kein mächtiger Magier wie meine drei heißen besten Freunde. Keine Zauberin, keine Alchemistin, nicht einmal eine Hexe. Nur ein Mensch, der Drinks mixt wie ein Profi und ansonsten seine nichtmagische Nase aus Mythiker-Angelegenheiten raushält. Ich kenne meine Grenzen. Warum stehe ich also gerade in einem Schwarzmagiekreis einem Feenlord gegenüber? Hinter mir kämpfen meine drei Freunde um ihr Leben.

The weirdness level of my life has reached an all-time high. Which is saying something, considering I started out as a psychic conman and somehow ended up as a MagiPol agent. And not just any agent. Lately, I've been Captain Blythe's right-hand man and most trusted confidant.

Als ich mich plötzlich dem gruseligsten Schwarzmagier der Stadt gegenübersehe und ihn praktisch herausfordere, mich zu entführen, frage ich mich schon, wie es überhaupt dazu kommen konnte. Alles begann damit, dass ich versehentlich einen Job als Barkeeperin ergatterte – allerdings nicht in einer Bar, sondern bei einer Gilde voller Magier, Zauberer, Alchemisten, Hexen und Medien. Einem schnöden Menschen fordert das ganz schön viel Anpassungswillen ab.

As a former con artist, I love a convoluted, mind-bending scheme as much as the next guy. But as a recently promoted MagiPol agent, I love it significantly less than that guy. Especially when the life of a kidnapped teen hangs in the balance. Between confusing orders and conflicting evidence, this whole investigation has me and my partner, Lienna, spinning in circles. Why is our boss keeping this case off the books? Why is our top suspect, the most notorious rogue in Vancouver, mired in contradictions?

I've said it before, but sometimes I'm a bad person. I cheated on my 12th-grade math final, I've run countless yellow lights, and I gossip about how hot my kickass best friends are. (Good thing my job as a guild bartender doesn't require moral perfection.) But there's bad, and then there's bad. And I'm not sure which applies to a certain dark druid/wanted criminal/reluctant friend of mine. His transgressions include black-magic dealings, kidnapping, and murder, and he's about to add "revenge-fueled killing spree" to his resume - if I don't stop him. Should I stop him?

When I arrived at my uncle's house, I expected my relatives to be like me - outcast sorcerers who don't practice magic. I was right about the sorcery, but wrong about everything else. Rule two: Don't listen to the demon. My uncle chose a far deadlier power. He calls creatures of darkness into our world, binds them into service contracts, and sells them to the highest bidder. And I'm supposed to act like I don't know how illegal and dangerous it is. Rule three: Don't talk to the demon. All I had to do was keep my nose out of it.

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar-at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind. I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin' hot best friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. I'm just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously, I know my limits. So why am I currently standing in a black-magic ritual circle across from a fae lord? Somewhere behind me, my three mage friends are battling for their lives.

When I found myself facing down the scariest black-magic felon in the city, practically daring him to abduct me, I had to wonder exactly how I ended up here. It all started when I accidentally landed a job as a bartender - but not at a bar. At a guild, populated by mages, sorcerers, alchemists, witches, and psychics. Good thing this lame-o human is adaptable, right? Then my favorite guild members - three sexy, powerful, and intermittently charming mages - asked for my help. Did they want access to my encyclopedic knowledge of cocktails? Oh no.