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I'm trapped in a world of magic and monsters, ruled by laws I don't understand, inhabited by creatures older and far more vicious than me. If I want to get anywhere, I must tame my newfound power and find allies, but in the war-ravaged Slawa, no one trusts anyone. I must prove myself, risking my life and evading the devil, even though he seems unavoidable. When the biggest powers in Slawa find out who I am, everything changes, and I learn my lesson one more time. I shouldn't have trusted the devil. But he should have learned, too. I bite so hard when I'm cornered.

Jaga ist vor Woland geflohen und tut alles, damit er sie nicht findet. Sie kämpft noch immer darum, mit ihrer neu entdeckten Magie zurechtzukommen – ihrer Macht, aber auch ihren Gefahren. In der Absicht, in Slawa ein neues Zuhause zu finden, macht sie sich auf eine große Reise durch Wälder und Täler. Was sie nicht erwartet: Dort angekommen findet sie ein Land voller Zwietracht, Korruption und eiserner Herrschaft vor.

Liches are almost gone, only a handful of us left. I must marry to keep my race from extinction, yet how? No living female will ever stoop so low as to marry a lich. People fear us. They say we are the harbingers of death, bad luck, rot, and decomposition. In one last bid to carry out my duty, I request a wife through the Temple. She turns out to be a neglected, sickly thing with trembling hands and downcast eyes, seeking an arranged marriage out of despair. And she's perfect.

Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it's Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights. All but one. Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don't kill innocents. It's my only rule. The woman doesn't scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn't run.

"Marry me, and I'll let your father live." Princess Caliane is convinced she'll die. Her castle's gates are torn open, her father, the king, bound and gagged on his throne, and in his throne room stands the tyrant. His skin is gray, his teeth sharp, his hands tipped with black claws. When he smiles like a predator scenting prey, her stomach roils with terror. The monster forces her to choose: her father's life for her hand in marriage.

As king of the ice giants, I must have heirs. But our customs do not satisfy me. I do not want a giantess who will bear me a child and then leave to be with another. I would much rather pursue a union the human way: find a partner who will share my bed, bear my children, and stay by my side. Until death do us part.

Der Teufel sehnt sich nach ihrer Seele. Doch sie ist nicht bereit, nachzugeben. Jaga ist eine junge Hexe, die von ihrem Dorf geächtet wird. Ihr Traum, eine angesehene Heilerin mit magischen Fähigkeiten zu werden, wird ihr verwehrt, als die Dorfältesten, die ihr misstrauen, nach dem Tod ihres Mentors jemand anderen mit dieser Aufgabe betrauen. Isoliert und verachtet, ändert sich Jagas Leben während der Sommersonnenwende dramatisch, als sie in den heiligen Kreis der Götter gezogen wird und Woland, dem Teufel, begegnet.

I am a researcher. I read books, conduct experiments, and live quietly on the fringes of the orc town. All I want is peace, quiet, and a female to satisfy the wild urges of my orc body so they don't distract me from my work. Getting a human wife through the Temple seems like a logical solution—until I bring her home and she starts sowing chaos. She moves my books, cuts my herbs to make bouquets, and replaces the blessed silence with laughter and song. For such a tiny person, she can be very loud. And opinionated.

My neighbor believes in Christmas magic. That's because someone takes out her trash, does her dishes and laundry, clears snow from her driveway, and puts up Christmas decorations in her house. She has no idea it's me, her stalker neighbor who watches her every move. Seeing only the good around her, she fails to notice that I also steal her panties and curtains. She doesn't know I'm in her bedroom every night. What I do is for her protection as much as for my pleasure. Emma loves to help, often bringing sick or lost animals into her home.