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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?

Allies, once inseparable, splinter until they break apart. An insidiousness carves its way through Wonderland, challenging the land's very existence. Battle lines will be drawn as pages, long languishing in darkness, are finally illuminated. Swords will clash, blood will be spilled, and lives will be lost. For what is written can still be erased.

Five hundred years ago, Johannes Gutenberg discovered the art of libriomancy, allowing him to reach into books to create things from their pages. Libriomancer Isaac Vainio is part of Die Zwelf Portenre, better known as the Porters, the organization founded by Gutenberg to protect the world from magical threats. Isaac is called in to investigate the killing of a wendigo, along with Porter psychiatrist Nidhi Shah and their dryad bodyguard and lover, Lena Greenwood. But their plan could unleash a far darker evil....

Germain Dupré est détective à Paris depuis... quelques siècles déjà. Il fait profil bas pour ne pas attirer l'attention de la police ou de n'importe quel humain. Mais quand une femme en détresse vient le supplier de retrouver son époux, Germain accepte. Il ne se doute pas que cette affaire va le mettre sur la piste d'un dangereux codex et du démon qui a un jour transformé Germain en vampire.

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.

I am Blair Sheach, and my life will never be the same. Newfound powers don't make a hero overnight, but somehow I've become the last line of defense for the city of London. Vampires and demons crawl the streets, magic cops suck at keeping them in line, and the easy job I took to pay my rent has turned into something far more complicated. The cheating deadbeat my client hired me to find just so happens to be the necromancer hell-bent on destroying London, and it's up to me to stop him.

Nach dem Tod ihrer Eltern zieht Robin Page zu ihrem Onkel Jack – und entdeckt schockiert, dass er ein Dämonenbeschwörer ist. Als sie im verbotenen Keller einen gefangenen Dämon findet, lässt ihre Neugier sie eine folgenschwere Entscheidung treffen: Sie wirft ihm einen Cookie in den Beschwörungskreis. Doch was als unschuldige Geste beginnt, zieht Robin tief in eine gefährliche Welt voller Magie, verborgener Familiengeheimnisse und moralischer Abgründe.

Als Barkeeperin in einer Gilde bin ich einiges gewohnt – exzentrische Magier, überhebliche Hexen, sogar der ein oder andere Dämon bringt mich nicht aus der Ruhe. Aber sobald es um Familie geht, bin ich raus. Und das gilt auch für fremde Familien. Warum ich also zugestimmt habe, mit Aaron über die Feiertage zu seinen Eltern zu fahren – den berühmten Leitern der Sinclair Academy –, ist mir ein Rätsel. Kaum angekommen, wird klar: Etwas stimmt hier ganz und gar nicht. Schüler der Akademie werden angegriffen, aber niemand hat die Täter je gesehen.

He may be the DeathSpeaker, but Gideon Black has no idea what he's doing. The job didn't come with an instruction manual. That's why his half-brother Taeral plans to bring him across the Veil to the Fae realm of Arcadia, to consult with an ancient Fae who knew the previous DeathSpeaker personally. Those plans are violently interrupted when the royal Unseelie Guard invade their home, dragging Taeral and their father to Arcadia ahead of schedule. And Gideon will do anything to get them back. But the concrete jungles of Manhattan are nothing compared to the threats waiting in Arcadia.

Nothing says New Orleans more than Mardi Gras. Parades, booze, beads, and missing people turning into zombies. Zombies only another necromancer could have created. Taking him out should be no problem for the Pale Horseman, except this one seems to know everything about Laz's life, maybe even better than he knows himself.

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?

Summer in New Orleans means hot days, humid nights, and the constant threat of hurricanes. Like most people in the Big Easy, Laz has weathered his fair share of storms, but the city is about to get hit by the biggest hurricane in recorded history, a hurricane with a supernatural source. As the people around him prepare to evacuate, Laz is pulled into a game of cat and mouse with the Norse god, Loki. To survive, he'll have to work with old enemies and make a few new friends. To win, he'll have to beat the trickster god at his own game.

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?

I'm bound to a demon. For my entire life, I avoided magic at all costs. Now, I'm responsible for a demon who wields magic more powerful than the toughest mage or sorcerer. Demons are evil. That's what my textbooks say. That's what I see. He's ruthless, he's temperamental, he's cold. But he protects me without fail. I wonder if he's hiding a heart behind his hostility. My demon is a monster.

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.