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Am I the villain in a different coat of paint or just the bane of a corrupted empire? I wonder... Around age twenty-seven, they finally caught me off guard. As the youngest son of seven, children of the most powerful duke on the continent and archmage at that, the world expected us to fight over the throne. I tried to keep my distance. Rescind my role. Go about my merry way as people called me the trash of the Thunder family. After all, my magic wouldn’t work for some unknown reason. Well, it turned out distance wasn’t an option for me.

When I wake in a strange forest, surrounded by "monsters" and "magic," I'm sure it's all some reality-TV prank. My carnival job means I know a lot about all the ways people can be fooled. And the "orc" telling me we're goddess-matched and married has got to be the biggest hoax of all. Branikk's good looks and charming words are way too good to be true. But I keep making ludicrous things appear in ways Hollywood special effects can't match, a unicorn just spoke to me, and when I get an eyeful—a really big eyeful—of Branikk, he's green everywhere.

A busy florist. Blooming magic. And a dashing yet infuriating new neighbor. It’s been months since the first gemtower responsible for keeping magic out of Ellamere shattered. The witch may be gone, but the memory of the chaos she wrought in the town still lingers. Since the fracture of the second tower, Tansy Fullbright has been holding her breath waiting to see if magic will take root in their beloved village.

Ikarys is the Keeper of Record in the Academia Apocrypha. He takes pride in his work, gathering knowledge and lore while inviting scholars and learned people from all over the world to his library and center for study. In his world, he is in command. But his world is consumed by the politics of the city he lives in, Glentharis, and the gods the city holds dear. At one time, Ikarys too followed the guidance of the gods.

When a mysterious figure called the Hood, a thief in disguise, starts stealing from prominent socialites, Royal Police officer Rhosyn itches to catch him. His uncanny ability to slip through her fingers presents an irresistible challenge, and she can’t help but obsess over who hides beneath the mask. Unfortunately, her hands are already full with the meteoric rise of a new gang called the Foxes, as well as an unexpected flirtation with an infuriatingly handsome circus owner, Mr. Ansel Blakely.