Showing results for "Urban" in Victorian

Lang geleden bouwde Arthur Poole een groot huis in Maine dat uitkeek over de onstuimige oceaan. Nu woont Sonya MacTavish in het huis, dat al generaties lang vervloekt is. Ze was er getuige van de dood van zeven bruiden en van de diefstal van zeven trouwringen. Vastbesloten om deze plek te vullen met licht, leven en hoop, besluit Sonya dat het tijd is om de vloek te verbreken en de kwaadaardige geest eens en voor altijd te verbannen. Maar de vrouw in de zwarte jurk blijft rondwaren en laat zich in angstaanjagende verschijningen aan Sonya zien.

In Victorian England, Viola is an amateur photographer struggling with the grief of her father's death and the sterile atmosphere of her marriage to her childhood friend, Jonah. When she discovers a talent for capturing ghostly images on camera, Viola comes to the attention of a spirit medium, and a powerful attraction between the two women is sparked....

Magic is real, and hungry. It’s trapped in ancient texts and artifacts, and only a few who discover it survive to fight back. Detective Sal Brooks is a survivor. She joins a Vatican-backed black-ops anti-magic squad—Team Three of the Societas Librorum Occultorum—and together they stand between humanity and the magical apocalypse. Some call them the Bookburners. They don’t like the label.

In the Scottish Highlands, legend is as powerful as the sword - and nowhere is that more true than in the remote village of Loch Aranoch. Its mysterious ruler, Judith MacAlasdair, is fiercely protective of her land - and her secrets. If anyone were to find out what she really was, she and her entire clan would be hunted down as monsters.

He will find her no matter what. As a blue-blooded captain of the Nighthawk Guard, his senses are keener than most. Some think that he's indestructible. But once he finds the elusive Mercury, what will he do with her? It's his duty to turn her in; she's a notorious spy and traitor. But after one stolen moment, he can't forget the feel of her in his arms, the taste of her, or the sharp sting of betrayal as she slipped off into the night. Little does Mercury know, no one hunts better than the Nighthawk.