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Some stories have beginnings. Others have endings. But all of them weave, tangle, and fray, shifting with time and memory. Some stories are best left forgotten—till now. Miriam and David were never supposed to meet, but war has a way of tying fates together. In the shadows of World War II, Miriam carries a secret the Loom is desperate to destroy. Decades later, in the restless protests of a new war, Vietnam, David searches for a purpose, a mission, and in doing so discovers what was lost.

He didn't ask for the job, but now all that stands between us and chaos... is Colt. Colt McAlister was having the summer of his life. He spent his days surfing and his nights playing guitar on the beach with friends. He even met a girl and got his first car. But everything changes when his parents are killed in a freak accident. He’s forced to leave his old life behind and move to Arizona with his grandfather. The only person he knows at the new high school is a childhood friend named Dani.

They called him Sven, the Shatterfist. One of a group of heroes who fought the Demon Lord Mannon. He's finally returned home. But for Sven, after returning from abroad, life isn't what it used to be. Adventuring isn't what it used to be. Things have changed. Something is different. The obvious next step? Retire. Settle down. Start his own tavern. Drink with magic girls. Maybe not in that order.

They called him Sven, the Shatterfist. The man who forgot. The man who remembered. In the bastion of the Adventurer's Twilight, he'll find the answers long since buried. He won't be alone. He's got family. Lloyd, the recruits. The friends he's made, and the friends he's kept. And most of all, Ash. Together they'll rebuild the life lost to time.

They called him Sven, the Shatterfist. And they will again. An S-Ranked Adventurer who lost his way. His journey will take him far and wide. Back to the places he used to know. He's not alone. Friends, comrades. Ash. Memories found and memories gained. Answers give rise to other questions. The Shatterfist moves on.

When Miri receives a silver cat charm from her omama, Celia, on the night before Celia dies, she has no idea that the charm holds a secret--a powerful magic that saved her omama’s life from the Nazis and is about to make Miri’s a whole lot more interesting.

Jeder neue Anfang folgt auf das Ende eines anderen. Sie nannten ihn Sven, die Splitterfaust. Der Mann, der vergaß. Der Mann, der sich erinnerte. In Adventurer's Twilight findet er Antworten, die schon lange im Verborgenen liegen. Er ist nicht allein. Er hat eine Familie. Lloyd, die Rekruten. Die Freunde, die er dazugewonnen hat, und die Freunde, die er sich bewahrt hat. Und vor allem Ash. Gemeinsam bauen sie das Leben wieder auf, das an die Zeit verloren ging. Die saga geht weiter.

Jeder neue Anfang folgt auf das Ende eines anderen. Sie nannten ihn Sven, die Splitterfaust. Und das werden sie wieder tun. Ein Abenteurer der Stufe S, der vom Weg abgekommen ist. Seine Reise wird ihn in die Ferne führen. Zurück zu den Orten, die er einst kannte. Er ist nicht allein. Freunde, Kameraden. Ash. Gefundene Erinnerungen und hinzugewonnene Erinnerungen. Antworten werfen andere Fragen auf. Die Splitterfaust zieht weiter. Schließ dich dem Abenteuer an!

Sie nannten ihn Sven, die Splitterfaust. Zumindest war das früher so. Damals, vor dem Krieg mit dem Dunklen Lord. Er war ein Abenteurer der Stufe S. Ein Mann, der in Armut aufwuchs. Jetzt gehört ihm das Adventurer's Rest. Eine Taverne, die er mit seinen zwei Gefährten betreibt. Das Zauberermädchen Ash und der Halbelf-Barkeeper Lloyd. Sie sind nicht ganz die Familie, in die er hineingeboren wurde, aber sie sind die Familie, die er gefunden hat. In einer Welt, die sich weitergedreht hat, helfen sie ihm, das zu finden, was er verloren hat. Sich selbst.

Abenteurer sterben nie, sie verblassen nur. Sie nannten ihn Sven, die Splitterfaust. Er gehörte zu einer Gruppe von Helden, die den Dämonenfürsten Mannon bekämpften. Jetzt ist er endlich nach Hause zurückgekehrt. Aber für Sven ist das Leben nach seiner Rückkehr aus der Fremde nicht mehr das, was es einmal war. Das Leben als Abenteurer ist auch nicht mehr das, was es einmal war. Alles hat sich verändert. Irgendetwas ist jetzt anders.

The Great Zog of Manus Wu gazed down at it and decided it was a sign. The time of the gathering of the avians was almost nigh. Of course it could have been because he was molting, but what would be poetic or prophetic about that? And the Great Zog was convinced he was a prophet, a wielder of magic. He decided they would come here. And he would announce their arrival. Birds from around the globe would flock and glory in their feathered beauty and his, of course.

It is the P.A.W.S. Institute of the Midwest’s turn to host Rhyfedd, an ancient puzzle hunt that brings students from all the around the globe to compete in a battle of wits.. But once the hunt has started, it is clear that someone is meddling, but who? And what is the connection between the strange puzzles and the charm worn by Doris, the animagus dormouse from New York? And how does the mysterious Cazique fit into this? It is all rather puzzling!

Charlotte, Branwell, Emily, and Anne. The Brontë siblings find escape from their constrained lives via their rich imaginations. The glittering world of Verdopolis and the romantic and melancholy world of Gondal literally come to life under their pens, offering the sort of romance and intrigue missing from their isolated parsonage home. But at what price?

Rifka is lost, far away from home, kidnapped by an insidious werewolf. Yet does she truly want to go home? Meet an empathic goat, a family of otters, a girl who loves to draw fairies, and a dragon in this new installment of the P.A.W.S. saga.

Deep in the battlefield Akash lay. He’d been lying in the same spot now for twenty years, waiting. Today was the day, he could feel it. The war raged around him. He loved the glorious smell of death and flames. He longed to be part of it all. But to emerge he needed a host or else he’d be nothing but a single spark. True, if the spark hit just so the fire could be glorious. But once it was out he’d be gone, spent.

Travel to the lost village of Manus Wu, and encounter an old witch, an avian magician, and a distraught silver fairy. All must play their part in the seventh installment of the P.A.W.S. Saga.

Join Miri as she continues her journey through Umbrae and Londinium with the help of werecats, wild warlocks, an old dog, a duck, and a whole lot of pea soup.

Miri's world at P.A.W.S. in St. Louis is falling apart. First, Danny is accused of stealing her opapa's charm. But before he can defend himself, he mysteriously disappears. Miri seeks Josh for help and advice, but he too has gone missing. Then, Lilith has a vision: Miri dragged away by wolves. Miri needs answers. Answers that she feels sure are hidden in the blank pages of the book of Argentum. With Lilith's help, she travels to the ancient city of Safed.

A new set of dragonriders are in town. And they don’t play by the rules. Actually, for the Rogue Riders, there are no rules. There is just what belongs to them and that which they take from others. The Dragon Elite have never had such a huge problem to deal with. Fighting magitech armies is one thing. Cyborgs another. But battling their own, this makes it personal. Sophia must first protect those the Rogue Riders are threatening. Then she’s got to teach these new dragonriders whose boss of this planet. Can Sophia Beaufont lead the Dragon Elite to victory?

S. Beaufont is about to learn firsthand that good doesn’t exist without evil. Crushing evil only makes it expand. That’s why the Dragon Elite are trying to protect the demon dragons. But fighting the politics surrounding them isn’t easy. And when mortals fear that evil dragons will take over the world they become an irrational force. Sophia has to do what she does best and employ strategy to overcome perceptions. And if that doesn’t work then she’s going to kick some serious butt to protect her dragons. Can she save the dragon population and therefore protect the world before it’s too late?