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On Whidbey Island, the Gray quintuplets are the stuff of legend. Pixie and her brothers have always been bigger and blonder than their neighbors, as if they were birthed from the island itself. Together they serve as an unofficial search-and-rescue team for the island, saving tourists and locals alike from the forces of wind and sea. But when a young boy goes missing, the mysteries start to pile up. While searching for him, they find his mother's dead body instead - and realize that something sinister is in their midst.

Just when she was settling in at the Haven (and getting almost used to the scary but exciting idea of becoming someone's mate), Mireya's world was rocked by the surprise arrival of two newcomers… Daniel and Heath. She's thrilled to see them. Her would-be mate—Elias—is definitely not. He suspects Heath is a spy for the evil Apollo Gideon. She's not sure what to believe because not only did Heath bring some major love triangle vibes to the Gebby sanctuary, but he also brought news of a devastating new threat to them and all the kids like them on military bases across the country.

Mary O'Malley is tired of keeping secrets. Secrets like her older brother Jonny's drug use. Starting seventh grade is tough enough without the upheaval her brother is bringing to their family. It seems the only person who might understand is Griffen Connolly, whose older sister runs with Jonny in the wrong crowd. Mary thought Griff was too cool, too popular for her. But now he wants to hang out with her, and listen.

This one-of-a-kind treasury brings together the talents of nearly two dozen best-selling middle-grade authors - including Shannon Hale, Brandon Mull, Ally Condie, and Jennifer A. Nielsen - who have created original short stories and modern-day fairy tales based on the lives and dreams of children they have met who all have two things in common: They have very big hopes and dreams, and they are all cancer patients.

Mireya is back where she started, but everything is different now. She's at the top of her class on the military base, her doting parents are actually proud of her, and she's surrounded by the friends and classmates she's known all her safe, protected, predictable life. Everything would be perfect if it weren't for the troubling dreams and the occasional hallucinations she gets. Mireya knows the visions aren't real, but they feel like memories of a life she never had.

Seventeen-year-old Mireya and her classmates are the youngest people alive on Earth in 2055, kept protected on a military base she's never left. She's never wanted to leave, never questioned why she's been content to stay there her whole life—until she runs into Heath. Actually, he bumped into her with his Gideon Corp delivery van. She's not hurt, but she is baffled.

The Fair Isle Trilogy Complete Series Collection is an enemies-to-lovers fantasy, perfect for fans of The Cruel Prince, A Court of Thorns and Roses, and The Iron King. If you like snarky fae, brooding fae royals, sizzling romance, and fierce heroines, you'll love this breathtaking fae fantasy.

Lina spends her days as the perfect noble lady, and her nights robbing the type of men her father demands she wed. She wants gold to bribe her way onto a ship and flee her gilded cage. Zavi is cursed. To regain his wiped memories, the Fae pirate must sneak into a nobleman's ship and find a magic object. If he fails, he will never know what happened to his brother.

In the summer of 1880, the death of Beth Stanley’s husband puts her life’s work in jeopardy. The magic of Arcane Taxonomy dictates that every natural thing in the world, from weather to animals, can be labeled, and doing so grants the practitioner some of that subject’s unique power. But only men are permitted to train in this philosophy. Losing her husband means that Beth loses the name they put on her work—and any influence she might have wielded.

Avarath was lucky that the final king of faerie turned a blind eye to the first war, but Avarath's luck has run out. One by one, the princes of Avarath fall to the glamour, to duty, to fate-until even a king crumbles, too. By the time that war is truly upon them, Delphine has finally come to understand what it is to now be fae, too. If only she'd been cursed, instead. That would have been simpler. Then, at least, the whole of fate wouldn't rest on her shoulders, and hers alone.

The bondmaid Hervor is used to dead men whispering in her sleep. They've been doing it for as long as she can remember; it's the living she has to watch out for. When a new arrival at her holding triggers her into a berserker fury, she's forced to flee the contract that enslaves her and into the arms of an uncertain future. Unchained from the living, Hervor goes in search of a way to silence the dead, but it will take much more than grit and determination to make that happen.

After four years trapped in a temple watching the world pass her by and suffering at the hand of her cruel House Mother, temple dancer Bronwyn is willing to risk entering the Seelie Fae forest and dealing with whatever monsters lie within to experience the wondrous realm beyond the Veil. At least, she thinks she's up to the challenge until she's face-to-face with the silver-eyed, claw-fingered king of the Unseelie. And he has a bargain for her.

Aralyn has lost everything—the coveted glass slipper, the prince's hand in marriage, and her only chance to save her mother and sister from destitution. Now she spends her days sweeping the cinders and washing dresses as her stepsister, Ellarose, once did, plotting her revenge against the girl who robbed her of her future. But when Ellarose, now the princess, comes to beg her help in saving the kingdom from ruin, Aralyn seizes the opportunity to get everything she's ever wanted.

The legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

Raised to cut throats, hunt Unseelie monsters, and ride dragons, Berserker-blooded Revna is the best of the best. But she has been assigned the impossible. Her king demands that she kill the ruthless Fae king. With no other options, Revna must glamour herself and hide among the Fae king’s bevy of potential mates. But all of her training will be useless if she can’t figure out how to feign love.

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

Marc and Emma are on the graveyard shift onboard the Sycorax, an interstellar spacecraft bound for New Haven, a colony world fifty light years from Earth. For the crew of the Sycorax, interstellar flight is boring—that is, until they run into a tempest. Before long, they find themselves on a crippled spacecraft falling toward a black hole, but that's the least of their problems...

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?