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It's done. Christopher Jupiter is coming for me. It’s only a matter of time before he catches me, and I know exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to open me up, let the Evils escape, and then, the whole world will be destroyed. And right now, I can’t think of a way to stop him. None of us can. The pressure is unbearable. Romeo is tormented, teetering right on the edge of madness. But even I didn't realize how far he was willing to go to protect me.

I don't want to hurt her...but she definitely wants to hurt me. Betrayal doesn’t sting. It hurts worse than that; it feels like a rake over coals, a disembowling, a slow, agonizing stretch on the torture rack. Myf is hurt, and she’s found someone to blame. She’s focused all her pain on one target. Me.

I never thought I'd find myself back here. At least, I hoped I'd never have to leave the mortal realm ever again. But Romeo is missing, and I have to find him. I know who took him, and I know why. And I know how hard this fight is going to be. I survived this wild-magic place once before, and I'll do it again. But this time, I'm not a scared little girl. This time, I know exactly what I'm doing. Let the games begin.

Of all the sports played across the globe, none has more curses, superstitions, or supernatural events like baseball, America's national pastime. While some of these can easily be explained, there are just as many that cannot. Field of Fantasies delves right into that superstition with short stories written by several key authors about baseball and the supernatural.

Five short stories that give glimpses into the lives of Griffin, Jorie, and the other characters from Second Nature.

By night, they fight in a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse. By day, they are friendly next-door neighbors. Neither of them know that their alter egos are archenemies. I’ve spent my life training in the family business of slaying vampires, but I’m tired of all the death. I want to prove we slayers can help society, not just break it. I start my new life by joining the Magiford supernatural task force, which exists to protect humans and supernaturals from harmful magic.

A trio of terrifying radio tales starring Roger Delgado, Vincent Price and Honor Blackman. Author, playwright and TV producer Victor Pemberton was probably best known as a script editor and writer for Doctor Who, and as the inventor of the Doctor's trademark sonic screwdriver. But he also created numerous dramas for radio, among them the three cult classics included here.

Everyone thinks I’m sweet and innocent…but I’m the one who ate the big bad wolf. I’ve been searching for a place that feels like home my whole life, and I think I’ve found it. I’m in the big city, on a mission to save vulnerable supernatural kids—just like I used to be—in my new job as an Otherworld Child Protection Caseworker.

After barely surviving her first few months as the Nucleus of Alpha Team, Violet is still coming to terms with her unpredictable magic, her growing desire for her teammates, and the realization that she may never have a normal life again. But when another enemy strikes, survival becomes her only priority—and something within her shifts.

Okay, so I might be a badass immortal psychic, but everywhere I turn, something is getting between me and Blake. I’m really jonesing for some alone time with my recently reconnected soulmate but having supernatural powers like mine comes with an annoying price. Between the incessant visions and revenants running wild, having time to act on our desires is next to impossible. Even when things seem like they’re about to go our way, I’m slammed with a premonition that puts me into helluva tailspin. Blake’s time is up. He’s gonna die.

Hallelujah, I now have everything I ever wanted—my memories and the soul mate I didn't even realize I was missing. There’s just one problem... the old gods expect me to make amends for my absence. Fan-freakin-tasic. But time lost as the Oracle isn’t the only thing I must atone for. My friend Demetri was stripped of his powers—and it was all my fault. Now, Demetri wants nothing to do with me. To make matters worse, people are flocking to Inner Sanctum in hordes, wanting a reading with the 'world's most powerful psychic.' Lucky me.

My worst fear has come to pass. A vicious, sadistic witch has seen the darkness inside me, and he wants it for himself. Christopher Jupiter—the man responsible for the Great Suffocation, the reason why thousands and thousands of my people are dead—he saw the evils. And he wants them.

When Detective Domenica Kiernan solved the murder of a mayor’s aide—killed by a vampire—she never imagined she’d find herself at the vanguard of the NYPD’s latest special squad: the Supernatural Crimes Unit. Tasked with closing cases involving magic and monsters, the SCU has dealt with a shape-changing domovoy committing assault in Chelsea, the murder of a kappa on City Island, a thieving Taotie in Chinatown—and their latest: two murder victims whose corpses have been liquefied by a powerful spell.

I’ve been on lockdown in the Hidden City for weeks now. Everyone thinks I’m hiding from the Alpha because I disobeyed his orders one too many times. And, well… I have. He’s coming for me; I know that. But he’s also coming for Myf, my mysterious agoraphobic pantry-dwelling Welsh friend, and I can’t let him take her. She’s hiding a dangerous secret—one I need her to share with me so I can protect her.

A strange creature attacked Romeo last night. A huge beast unlike anything anyone has ever seen in Philly before—an alien monster with natural armor, organic high-tech weaponry, and poison dripping from its limbs. My intuition is screaming at me. It's telling me the monster is not here for Romeo. It's here for me.

Rahl, a young apprentice scrivener on the island of Recluce, likes life to work out in his favor. And he has a bad attitude, too. To make sure things go his way, he uses a small amount of order magic at opportunistic moments-but his abilities are starting to get the attention of the Council magisters. So the Council sends him to the mage training school for testing, and through misuse of his powers, which are getting stronger all the time, Rahl gets himself banished to the continent and empire of Hamor.

After narrowly surviving my debut into the magical world, I made a promise to myself: no more hiding in broom closets. But with the Mages’ Guild reorganizing faster than anyone thought possible, and naming me as their number one target, that promise seems a little far-fetched. Especially since my training with Callie and Dizzy, the highly experienced dual-mage pair, goes off like a cake in a cannon. Left to find someone that can fill the role, it isn’t until a formal dinner party goes horribly wrong that I find the best (and worst) solution imaginable: Reagan Somerset.

Nothing ruins your day more than a bloated, stinking corpse on your doorstep. My natural optimism has taken a serious beating lately. I’ve been working my butt off, drafting a series of outreach programs to help the poor, lost supe kids of the Hidden City before they fall through the cracks in our society and end up in our Otherworld Child Protective system. There’s one thing I desperately need, and that’s funding. But there’s no money to be had. Nobody wants to invest in these kids; it’s enough to break your heart.

Soleil Burns works for the Bureau of Exorcism. Paired up with a US Marshals Fugitive Recovery Team, they will try to bring back an escaped convict possessed by a demon and hiding in the slums of Chicago. It immediately becomes apparent that there is more going on than a simple case of a possessed escaped convict. The entire Division of Magic in Chicago has also been possessed. It’s a feat that could only have been accomplished by a very powerful witch or wizard.

I may be an immortal psychic, but having a vision that the Horseman of Death will rise and claim my soulmate’s life really puts a crimp in my style. I mean, I just got him back. Apollo has to know I’ll do everything in my power to stop it. But no matter what I do, I can’t seem to push my abilities to give me specifics. Each time I try, it’s like my energy is siphoned and it takes me days to get back on my feet. Neat-o.