Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Favole

Sabine finally had a chance at a life with Basten. Simple. Free. But gods and men conspired to rip them apart. Now, on the eve of war, Sabine is trapped in her father's secret-shrouded court, prized as the gods' new plaything. She clings to memories of Basten, the only thing that grounds her in the dangerously bewitching new world. She'll play along in a desperate gamble to escape—but if she slips and shows her true hand, she'll be separated from Basten forever.

Each year, the chasm-dwelling dwarves compete in a series of trials to find the best among them. Chocolate-loving Astrid has never bothered to enter. She'd rather tend to her garden, bake moss cakes, or search the mines for a way to break her curse which forever binds her to the mountains. But someone else puts forth her name. She has no choice but to take part, especially when she learns the champion will win the Everstone—a gemstone with enough magic to break her curse. At long last, Astrid's freedom is within reach.

In rust-choked streets and hollowed-out cities, there is only one way out—Terra Mythica, a virtual world so immersive that time warps, hunger vanishes, and even the most broken can live like kings. Jace wasn't supposed to make it in. He cheated death, and now it's catching up to him. As the reluctant protégé of Hades, Jace finds himself thrust into Mount Olympus University, where gods manipulate Travelers, and the line between real and digital blurs with every step.

I wasn't expecting to find a man whilst drowning my sorrows and hiding from my responsibilities in the filthiest bar in the city. Hatter is elusive, beautiful… and sad. Tempting enough to make me throw my usual caution aside and steal him. Just for a night. One night, to help us both forget. I expected him to leave me. But I didn't expect the invitation he left behind. Wonder. The most exclusive club in the city. Always moving, never discovered, and impossible to enter without permission. So naturally, I stole it. Except Wonder isn't quite what the whispers say.

I'm an omega, but I'm wrong. Tainted. A glitch in the natural order. My dreams drag me to a shadow kingdom of cruel beauty where sinful alpha monsters reign supreme—crowned heads of various courts, their very presence igniting my inner omega that's laid dormant impatiently. Their crowns gleam with unholy light, their scents ignite a hunger in me I don't understand. I should submit. I should want to obey. Instead, I feel power stirring dangerously in my veins.