Titoli in Favole

Der Phönix kennt die Wahrheit … Diese Worte begleiten Elisabeth seit ihrer Rückkehr in die magische Welt. Doch was ist, wenn sie diese Wahrheit gar nicht erfahren möchte? Diese Frage stellt sie sich und fordert somit das Schicksal heraus. Allerdings birgt dieses Spiel Gefahren, mit denen sie nicht gerechnet hat. Kann sie es gewinnen? Oder muss sie einsehen, dass sie ihrem vorbestimmten Weg nicht entrinnen kann?

Dakota Krout presents Book 3 in the Damsels of Distress series.

Lily Red, known as 'Little Red', has honed her scouting skills under Grandmother's relentless tutelage. Though she can track or trap anything, and vanish into the forest before their very eyes, the leaders of Canu Moch snub her—blocking every attempt she makes at joining the elite Scout forces of the Wyld. Then she uncovers an invasion already in progress. Wolf Warband has arrived on their peaceful shores, and to Lily's great surprise, their leader immediately marks her as their greatest threat. He's powerful, cunning, and refuses to underestimate her.

In the beginning, there was darkness. Before he met Callie, before he became the Bargainer, there was Desmond Flynn, the bastard son of a scribe. A boy born to a weak mother, cursed with little magic, and destined to marry a slave. But fate had something else in mind. From the barren caves of Arestys to the palace of Somnia to the streets of earth, this is how Desmond Flynn, a fairy who began with nothing, became the Emperor of Evening Stars.

The day my mother was killed, she told my father I wouldn’t speak again, and she told him if I died, he would die too. Then she predicted the king would sell his soul and lose his son to the sky. My father has a claim to the throne, and he is waiting in the shadows for all of my mother’s words to come to pass. He wants desperately to be king, and I just want to be free. But freedom will require escape, and I’m a prisoner of my mother’s curse and my father’s greed. I can’t speak or make a sound, and I can’t wield a sword or beguile a king.

For years, Valera has worked weary hours as a seamstress just to keep food on the table. She would give her all to protect her little sister from the cruelties of the world, and the tantalizing lure of the fae forest. One day, she fears, the fae will spirit her sister away, and how can Valera hope to stop them? Then the fae come. Not for her sister...but for her. Trapped in a magnificent palace far from her own world, Valera finds herself the unwilling bride of an enigmatic fae lord.

Don't tempt a dragon unless you're willing to pay the price. Powerful, merciless creatures, they revel in their dominance over us mortals. I've heard whispers that Fuoco, leader of the Fire Syndicate's dragon clan, is the most brutal of them all. Arrogant and ruthless, he has no qualms about reducing lawbreakers to ashes. I never wanted to break the law, but when my father grew ill, I risked everything by sneaking into Lord Fuoco's enchanted apple orchard. The last thing I expected was to come face to face with the dragon lord himself.

Kjell of Jeru had always known who he was. He'd never envied his brother or wanted to be king. He was the bastard son of the late King Zoltev and a servant girl, and the ignominy of his birth had never bothered him. But there is more to this man than his parentage. More to this man than his blade, his size, or his skills, and all that Kjell once knew has shifted and changed. He is no longer simply Kjell of Jeru, a warrior defending the crown. Now he is a healer, one of the Gifted, and a man completely at odds with his power.

The angel of death locked me in one of his castle rooms, surrounded by books and delicious food. Not bad, right? Except for the loneliness, and the lust-fueled dreams that torment me every night - specifically dreams of Samael. And did I mention a psychotic ghost keeps trying to kill me? Because no one else believes me about that. Now, I’m desperate to get out of the castle and hunt down the murderous Free Men who led to my imprisonment. Samael wants to destroy them too. We have the same goal but don't trust each other.

From the translator of the best-selling Poetic Edda comes a gripping new rendering of two of the greatest sagas of Old Norse literature. Together the two sagas recount the story of seven generations of a single legendary heroic family and comprise our best source of traditional lore about its members - including, among others, the dragon slayer Sigurd, Brynhild the Valkyrie, and the Viking chieftain Ragnar Lothbrok.

Arthur is King - but treachery runs rampant throughout the beleaguered Isle of the Mighty. Darkest evil descends upon Britain's shore in many guises. Fragile alliances fray and tear, threatening all the noble liege has won with his wisdom and his blood. His most trusted counselor - the warrior, bard, and kingmaker whom legend will name Merlin - is himself to be tested on a mystical journey back through his own extraordinary past. So in a black time of plague and pestilence, it is Arthur who must stand alone against a great and terrible adversary. For only this way can he truly win immortality - and the name to treasure above all others: Pendragon.

C'era una volta un paese in cui gorgogliavano i torrenti. Nel paese c'è una donna di mille anni che allatta bambini morti riesumati dalle ossa, un poeta che parla una lingua aliena, una vecchia con il latte nelle pupille, un contadino che in realtà è un cavallo, un matto che pesca lische di pesce dalla bocca di una tigre. C'è una terra piena di sterchi e pietraie, e chi vi cammina incontra presto la morte.

Emily H. Wilson presents Book 2 in the Sumerians Trilogy.

Isaac Frost is an assassin. Raised in the Graveyard of the cruel and mysterious Undertaker, he has mastered the deadly art of the knife and the skill of survival, together with scores of others just like him—young men taken from their families to become the most infamous killers throughout the realms of elves and humans. But Isaac is unique: a single drop of another’s blood can confer upon him the knowledge and power of friend and foe alike.

Valeen, the goddess of night, fears no one and is never commanded by anyone. Layala Lightbringer has embraced her goddess side, Valeen, but she has the fight of her life against the Council of the Gods before she can reclaim her throne and immortality. No longer is she the confused, lost elf afraid of her power. She is a primordial goddess and wife to the god of mischief and magic, Hel. She, Hel, and Thane have a vendetta to settle, and she will rain down the very stars on her enemies to protect those she loves.

Ein sommerlicher Wald voller Mooshügel und Baumgeister. Ein Bach, der zu einem wilden Wasserfall wird und sich über die Felsen in einen See ergießt. Ein junges Liebespaar, welches durch den Krieg getrennt wird. Eine Mittsommernacht, die so zauberhaft schön ist, dass sie das Herz zum Zerreißen bringt. All das ist die alte Schwedische Saga vom Fluxfallet – neu interpretiert und erzählt von Doreen Heide.

Als die labile Schriftstellerin Carline McQuire an der irischen Westküste eine Morddrohung gegen ihren Mann Pat findet, gerät ihr wohlbehütetes Leben aus den Fugen. Carline ahnt nicht, in welchen Schwierigkeiten Pat tatsächlich steckt. Sie selbst leidet unter einer schrecklichen Schreibblockade. Doch plötzlich taucht eine neue Geschichte in ihrem Drucker auf. Zur gleichen Zeit reist Rachel Daugherty nach Irland auf der Suche nach ihrer Schwester – der berühmten Schriftstellerin.

We're so far lost not even magic can save us now. But the Fae of this lost realm can offer more than just safety from the cruel Queen of the Shadow Court. They have something much more powerful than all the magic in the world. And that's secrets.

After a faerie bargain goes wrong, Maeve Ruhdneah finds herself stuck in the realm of the Ether, separated from everyone she loves. Knowing she's running out of time before Parisa attacks, Maeve develops a plan—venture to Diarmavh and gain the favor of the Wild Hunt, then make a deal with the god of death to return to Faeven. Unfortunately, Aed isn't too keen on releasing her and worse, Maeve's magic is failing. The longer she stays, the more she continues to lose.

I was played for a fool by Hades and the Fates, when it was Death they always wanted. I am nothing more than mortal pawn in a game of gods and monsters. Now, they have taken everyone from me. They expect me to be broken, to be compliant. To be woven into their plans. But I refuse to let Death's sacrifice be in vain. I refuse to give up without a fight. I refuse to believe that love cannot win.