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Perched between branches and shadows, we watch, we scheme, fighting for a kingdom forgotten and forlorn. Until we rip her away with our claws, our prisoner, our pawn, our plaything. She’s innocent and pure, fragile and helpless…but oh so guilty by blood. She calls us beasts, wicked and evil, vicious and cruel. We are all that and worse. One of us offers her shelter beneath his wings, whispering promises of pleasure, seeking redemption. The other longs to shatter her into a million pieces, whispering promises of pain, seeking revenge.

When Rennick was thirteen, the gods bestowed upon him the name of his fated mate—a human girl. As the sole heir to the Mountain Kingdom, magic bound him to his kingdom until he ascended the throne on his twenty-fifth birthday. As a human, she couldn't cross the magical barrier separating the humans from the fae. Heartsore and consumed with thoughts of her, he did the only thing he could and sent her anonymous letters and gifts… Until he crossed the barrier into her kingdom to claim her as his own.

The stories were all wrong—Hook was never the villain. For two centuries, all of the Darling women have disappeared on their 18th birthday. Sometimes they’re gone for only a day, some a week or a month. But they always return broken. Now, on the afternoon of my 18th birthday, my mother is running around the house making sure all the windows are barred and the doors locked. But it’s pointless. Because when night falls, he comes for me. And this time, the Never King and the Lost Boys aren’t willing to let me go.

Il Coccodrillo, il fratello di Vane, è appena arrivato sull'Isola che-non-c'è, e non da solo. Ad accompagnarlo ci sono i reali dell'Isola Oscura, pronti a riprendersi l'Ombra della Morte da Vane a ogni costo. Sarà guerra, e Peter, Vane, Kas e Bash sanno benissimo come si fa la guerra. Ma quando c'è di mezzo l'amore, è tutta un'altra cosa. So che i viziosi Ragazzi Sperduti faranno di tutto per proteggermi. Ma se non fossi io quella che ha bisogno di essere salvata?

I spent most of my life feeling dead inside—until I met Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. It wasn't until Pan and Neverland that I finally felt alive. But things are not all full of magic and sunlight on the island. There's something darker and more sinister haunting the forest. And worse, the fae queen and Captain Hook are ready to fight for control of Neverland and they will stop at nothing to get what they want. War is brewing—can the Never King get his shadow back and assume his rightful throne? Or will all of Neverland be in jeopardy along with my dark, twisted heart?

I thought Peter Pan was a myth and Neverland a fairy tale. A story spun by my mother who had lost her mind a long time ago. But there was no denying the overwhelming shadow cast by Peter Pan when he was standing in my house.

I was never meant to live an ordinary life, and when I’m dropped from the sky into a haunting forest, facing the barrel of an unknown man’s gun, I believe it to be true. Ruler of Blackwater, Caz Harlow, is the man behind the gun. He’s broody, calculating, commanding and, surprisingly, I can hear every thought that runs through his mind. Because I can, he wants me out of his world and sent back to where I came from, so he makes it his mission to find a way.

Nachdem ein Unbekannter Delilahs Pflegevater getötet und sie damit vor einem seiner Übergriffe bewahrt hat, kann Delilah den geheimnisvollen Fremden auch Jahre später nicht vergessen – genauso wenig wie Ben, ihren Pflegebruder und einstigen Vertrauten, der inzwischen an der Uni studiert. Sobald sie alt genug ist, schreibt auch sie sich dort ein und macht ihn auf dem Campus ausfindig. Unerwartet trifft sie auf Xavier Donovan, den Mörder ihres Pflegevaters und Mitglied eines geheimen Ordens. Und er hat ausgerechnet Delilah zum Objekt seiner Begierde erwählt.

Finalmente con Pan e l'Isola che-non-c'è mi sono sentita viva. Ma qui non è tutto rose e fiori, qualcosa di oscuro e sinistro si aggira per la foresta. E, quel che è peggio, la regina delle fate e Capitan Uncino sono pronti a combattere per il controllo dell'Isola che-non-c'è e non si fermeranno davanti a nulla pur di ottenere ciò che vogliono.

The horror of waking up from the best dream ever and remembering you're a monster is indescribable. My soul is screaming for mercy, for forgiveness, for redemption…but I know I'll never get it.

A new king is on the throne and the rebellion lies in ruins. Keera spends her days drinking and her nights avoiding the strange dreams that have haunted her since she returned from the capital. Keera’s family in Myrelinth won’t let her go without a fight. With new intelligence about the magical seals left behind by Keera’s ancient kin, the Light Fae, she rallies to face her demons and unleash the formidable powers she inherited from her people. But a shocking truth is hiding in plain sight, one with the power to unravel the entire rebellion.

Da duecento anni ogni donna Darling sparisce il giorno del suo diciottesimo compleanno. Alcune stanno via un giorno, altre una settimana o un mese. Ma tornano sempre distrutte. Oggi compio diciotto anni e la mamma si sta affannando a sbarrare porte e finestre. Non servirà a niente. Perché non appena scenderà la notte, lui verrà per me. E, questa volta, Peter Pan e i Ragazzi Sperduti non mi lasceranno più andare.

Once, I helped save a kingdom. Now, I’m trapped in a prison of thorns and nightmares. My crime? Knowing the location of a power that could reshape the world—a grimoire I swore to protect with my life. That secret is the only thing keeping me alive while my captors wait for me to break. Until he arrives. Beautiful. Ruthless. Dark, inscrutable eyes. A dangerously wicked grin. But he’s not here to rescue me. He wants the grimoire for himself–and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way. My only choice is a fragile, temporary alliance with a man I can never trust.

They say the gods don’t give you more than you can handle, which is probably why I’m sinking in drama. As a god myself, I guess I’m not included in that little speech. But it’s about time they address me as who I am.

Die meiste Zeit meines Lebens fühlte ich mich innerlich tot – bis ich Peter Pan und die Verlorenen Jungs traf. Erst mit Pan und Nimmerland fühlte ich mich endlich lebendig. Aber nicht alles auf der Insel ist voller Magie und Sonnenschein. Im Wald lauert etwas Dunkles und Unheimliches. Die Feenkönigin und Captain Hook rüsten sich zum Kampf um Nimmerland, und sie werden vor nichts zurückschrecken, um zu bekommen, was sie wollen. Der Krieg steht kurz bevor – kann der Nimmerkönig seinen Schatten zurückerobern und seinen rechtmäßigen Thron besteigen? Und wenn ja, wie passe ich noch in sein Leben?

For centuries, we've ruled over this world. But one night, three human sisters broke our rules. So we punished them, forced them into our dark, dangerous, and decadent realm. In the land of Faerie, we made these rebellious women play three deadly games.

A monster is holding me prisoner in the land of Faerie. They call him the lord of the water Fae. I call him a viper. The tales say Elixir is venomous—and as beautiful as he is brutal. They say he's a cursed soul who wields dark, sinful magic. As punishment for stumbling into his dangerous world, the ruler of the river has confined me to an underground realm of serpentine creatures and secret canals.

He's the predator. I'm the prey. I'm not submitting without a fight. I refuse to be Puck's toy. If my rakish enemy wants to hunt me, I'll hunt him back and beat him at his own treacherous game. Yet I can't resist the wicked desire in his eyes, nor his heated touch and devious kiss. And if I'm not careful, he'll crush my very soul.

There are three rules to surviving the Fae—and I'm about to break every single one. Rule #1. Never cross into Faerie. When I'm chased across the wicked border and caught by its reclusive ruler of the sky, the pretty trickster with a clever tongue offers me a deal. Rule #2: Never bargain with a Fae. But I don't have a choice. For thirteen days, I have to survive in his mountainous maze of sinister paths, deceptive stairways, and devious creatures. Refuse, and my sisters will suffer as punishment. Rule #3: Never fall for the enemy. I should have known my sexy captor wouldn't play fair.