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Paolo Borzacchiello e Paolo Stella condividono con i lettori il percorso che hanno intrapreso insieme alla ricerca di quei piccoli momenti di meraviglia capaci, uno dopo l'altro, di ridare luce alle nostre esistenze.

Saeris Fane doesn't want power. The very last thing she needs is her name whispered on an entire court's lips, but now that she's been crowned queen of the Blood Court, she's discovering that a queen's life is not her own. A heavy weight rests upon her shoulders. Her ward—and her brother—need her back in her homeland…but the changes that have strengthened Saeris have also made her weak. Born under blazing suns, Saeris will surely die if she makes her way home through the Quicksilver. Which means that, once again, she must send someone else in her stead....

Gli ultimi sessant'anni di Nicola sono stati una corsa. Ha amato, ha promesso molto e dato molto meno, inseguendo un'idea tutta sua di felicità svagata. Ora ha ottantadue anni, e da tredici giorni ha preso in affitto una casa al mare tra le dune. Ogni mattina va a sedersi in spiaggia, in camiciola e calzoncini, quaderno e matita in mano, e osserva una ragazza pagaiare con eleganza tra le onde. Lu ha vent'anni e quando non va in canoa fa la commessa nella boutique di Evelina. A Nico fa venire in mente sua madre, anche se non le somiglia, come del resto nessuna delle donne della sua vita.

Immaginaria autobiografia del grande imperatore, Io, Claudio rievoca i fasti, i costumi e la potenza della Roma imperiale, ma anche gli episodi grotteschi e le tragiche avventure di colui che, tra i dodici Cesari, ebbe la vita più movimentata. Primo "generalissimo" dell'impero, seguiremo Claudio nell'instaurazione della dominazione permanente della Britannia, nei palazzi dei deserti libici, per le strade di Roma, negli accampamenti dei Balcani, addirittura ad Antiochia in una casa infestata dagli spiriti.

Twenty-four-year-old Saeris Fane is good at keeping secrets. No one knows about the strange powers she possesses or the fact that she has been picking pockets and stealing from the Undying Queen's reservoirs for as long as she can remember. But a secret is like a knot. Sooner or later, it is bound to come undone. When Saeris comes face-to-face with Death himself, she inadvertently reopens a gateway between realms and is transported to a land of ice and snow. The Fae have always been the stuff of myth, of legend, of nightmares… but it turns out they're real.

C'è una voce che sale dal bosco: è quella di un vecchio albero che vive lì da sempre, e adesso vuole dire la sua. Perché anche le piante hanno una personalità, delle passioni, ciascuna ha un proprio carattere. Cercano sottoterra per guardare il cielo. Si studiano, si somigliano, si aiutano. "La tribù degli alberi" è una storia emozionante e avventurosa, vivacissima e millenaria. Che ci riguarda tutti da vicino e che nessuno meglio di Stefano Mancuso poteva raccontare. E se chi dice «io» avesse centinaia, forse migliaia di anni?

"Sono l'ufficiale di polizia Betancourt, del distretto di Paris." "Scusi, ha detto polizia?" "Sì. Lei è da solo in casa? Può sedersi per favore?" "Sono in piedi e sono solo." "Si sieda, per favore." "Sono seduto." "Bene. La chiamo perché abbiamo trovato questo numero sul cellulare di una ragazza qui a Paris; ha subito un incidente. La situazione è molto delicata. Abbiamo chiamato 'casa'. Quindi supponiamo lei sia della famiglia." "Sono il suo ragazzo."

After watching my mother succumb to a mysterious illness, I promised myself two things. I'd find the cure for what ravaged her and leave the godforsaken city where she abandoned me. Four years later, I received an acceptance letter from Dracadia University, one of the oldest most prestigious schools in the country. Nestled on a secluded island off the coast of Maine, it's rumored to be haunted by the souls of the mental patients exiled there centuries before, those whose bones are said to make up the island's white sandy shores. And restless ghosts aren't even its most daunting peculiarity.

Basta un niente per riempire fino all'orlo il cuore di Paolo. Lui è un ragazzino ricoverato al Sant'Orsola di Bologna, reparto malattie genetiche. Il suo pediatra vuole capire come mai si sia fermato al metro e ventuno nonostante i suoi undici anni. Paolo non conosce invece la ragione per la quale il bambino che ha soprannominato Sottile sia nel letto a fianco a lui. Ma è così che, libero dal gioco dei ruoli definiti, comincia a esplorare i propri sentimenti.

Gli abitanti di Edrevia sono divisi in clan, e ognuno di loro abita in una zona ben precisa: le alture dei Gurra, la pianura dei Dorsoduro, la valle dei Cronaca, le colline dei Guizza e dei Terranegra. È una società in pace, quella degli alberi, con le sue assemblee moderate e intelligenti, i suoi tempi millenari, i suoi rituali e i suoi continui scambi d'informazioni attraverso le radici.

Previously only available on Callie Hart's website, these scenes (written from Kingfisher's point of view rather than Saeris') are now brought to life in audio by popular demand.

It was supposed to be a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball. A clandestine moment with a handsome stranger. But unlike his namesake, my Romeo isn’t driven by love. He’s fueled by revenge. To him, I’m a chess piece. Leverage. His rival’s betrothed. To me, he is a man deserving of poison. A dark prince I refuse to marry. He thinks I’ll accept my fate. Well, I plan to rewrite it. And in my story, Juliet doesn’t die. But Romeo? He perishes.

Nobody ever believed me. Not when I was five and told them about the boy with pointy ears who saved my life in the forest. Not during thirteen miserable years of bullying and being labeled the town weirdo. Until a guy with golden eyes and a royal guard escort shows up at my door to drop a bombshell. That little boy? Yeah, he's real. And he's a fae Prince. And he magically linked my life to his when he saved me. I know what you're thinking. Lucky girl, right? Wrong. Because now the Prince is sick and apparently, I'm the only one who can save him. How can I possibly say no?

One breakdown, and I ended up behind the locked doors of Bluebone Ridge Sanitarium. Something is wrong here. It whispers through the cracked windows, coils beneath the floorboards, and breathes in the frozen Washington air that never truly warms, even in the summer. Something hungry. At night, the screaming starts. I'm locked in like prey, and the dark watches with hollow eyes. When someone—or something—finally sets me free, it isn't a mercy. Because whatever haunted Bluebone Ridge followed me out. It's ancient… starving. And now it knows my scent and the taste of my blood.

After being dumped on her 21st birthday, Bailey James rebounds right into the arms of her ex’s biggest competition... Chase Carter: antagonizer, womanizer, and infamous left winger for her college’s rival team. Following a string of scandals and substandard grades, Chase is on thin ice with his teammates and tyrannical coach. The last thing he needs is to have his focus and loyalty called into question by fraternizing with his team’s #1 competition, but a beautiful stranger who throws herself at him one night is too tempting to pass up...until she throws up on his shoes.

Katrin's nightmares have returned. This time, they are not visions of the past, but the present. His present. Castle Drakos hadn't been attacked since the ancient war. Until that day. The day everything changed. The day she became Queen. The day she barely escaped with her life in exchange for Alexander's. Now Katrin must work with the crew of The Nostos and several unlikely allies to not only rescue Alexander, but journey through the depths of Aidesian itself to prevent Hades from being resurrected.

I don’t do relationships, but I’m excellent at casual hookups. That’s not to say I’m a jerk. Not at all. I respect women—all women—and I know the value of love. But I’m married to my job as a physician. In fact, I’m married to the hospital, having a full–time affair with the clinic, and my family is my side piece. I don’t have time for a relationship with a woman. But then the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid eyes on walks onto my plane, and my world tilts. Thanks to a Montana snowstorm, I spend one incredible night with Harper, but wake up alone.

Venice, 1752. On a cold December night, a man is found strangled in a dark alley. High magistrate Marco Pisani is tasked with investigating the grisly murder. When two more bodies are discovered, it is clear there is a serial killer on the loose. Helped in his investigation by lawyer Zen, daring gondolier Nani and the cunning Chiara Renier, Pisani is determined to uncover the truth before the murderer strikes again. But to find answers, he must move among the city’s criminal underworld of spies, shady taverns and gambling halls.

When she was young, Arya Roth became best friends with her housekeeper’s son. Soon, friendship turned to young love, and when Arya dared him to kiss her, a chain reaction of disastrous events led to the boy being sent away and out of Arya’s life. Now, two decades later, Arya is an on-the-rise publicist with her beloved father as one of her biggest clients. So when her father is sued by a former employee, Arya sets out to prove that her father is not the monster he is accused of being. The only problem is the attorney who is determined to destroy her father’s good name.

I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim are mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the edge, let alone how to get him back. But there's no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So what's a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if he's going to sneak into my bed and then play him Mozart until dawn. Obviously. But a fated mate connection is a once-in-a-lifetime bond.