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Eigentlich geht es ja geruhsam zu in Brand, einem Dorf in der Buckligen Welt. Denn hier, im Süden von Niederösterreich, ticken die Uhren noch ein wenig langsamer. Zumindest für Franz Ebner, seines Zeichens letzter Dorfgendarm von Österreich. Doch dann wird die Bucklige Welt blutig… denn grauenhaft verstümmelte Frauenleichen werden gefunden. Allen wurde das Herz herausgeschnitten. Und als ob das noch nicht genug wäre, soll Franz auch noch eine Ausbildung zur Hexe antreten. Zumindest, wenn es nach seinen Drei Mäderl - Mama, Oma und Uroma - geht.

Brian, Nik and Darby—three friends practiced in ennui, binge-drinking, hooking up with strangers and fighting supernatural crime (when Brian's not committing it as a werewolf once a month)—have been sent by Abe Van Helsing (yes, one of those Van Helsings) to try to track down a colleague who has gone missing in London. As they putz around the city, following any leads that might help them find their British counterpart, they uncover a clairvoyancy smuggling ring, located right in the heart of the financial district. Who's kidnapping all the fortune tellers in Soho, and why?

Once upon a time, a somewhat wicked witch named Gretsella lived in a cozy little cottage in the Dark Forest of Brigandale. She dispensed herbs and tinctures at reasonable prices, met with her slightly oddball coven on a regular basis, and had absolutely no need of any further company whatsoever, thank you very much. But then one afternoon, Gretsella came home to find a screaming infant on her doorstep. Against all her better judgement, she took the baby in. She named him Bradley.

Ember Rose, Nachfahrin der einzig wahren Hexe und aus New Jersey stammend, lebt sich langsam in ihr neues Leben in Starry Hollow ein. Es dauert nicht lange, bis Ember mitten in einem weiteren Geheimnis steckt. Jemand verwandelt die begehrtesten Junggesellen der Stadt in Frösche, angefangen mit ihrem Cousin Florian. Tante Hyacinth besteht darauf, dass die Zeitung zusammen mit Sheriff Nash ermittelt, denn „jeder weiß, dass Werwölfe lieber Beute jagen als Verbrecher.“

Seit sie die Tür zur scheinbar winzigen Hütte ihres Onkels geöffnet hat, stolpert Charmain von einer Katastrophe in die nächste. Ein extrem magischer streunender Hund, ein verwirrter Zauberlehrling und ein erboster Clan von kleinen blauen Kreaturen sind ihre geringsten Probleme, als der König eine wahrhaft furchterregende Zauberin zu Hilfe ruft, um einen sagenumwobenen Schatz zu finden: Denn wo die mächtige Sophie auftaucht, sind der Zauberer Howl und der Feuerdämon Calcifer nicht weit, das weiß jeder.

Raum is the quiet one who rarely smiles. He’s felt numb since Heaven erased his memory as punishment for crimes he can’t recall. His only relief comes from his penchant for theft and his unusual connection with animals. Until, that is, he crosses paths with a beautiful angel . . . A loyal servant of Heaven, Sunshine is fighting to regain her rank and redeem herself for her shameful past. Tasked with retrieving a grimoire from Hell, she binds Raum into her service with an unbreakable contract.

Gerri Wilder and the Matchmaker's Book Club are at it again with their biggest challenge yet. Armed with the desire for grandchildren and a sharp eye for love, these determined mamas are set on pairing two headstrong competitors with each other. This one could blow up in their faces! Elliot "Ellie" Madden, a thirty-one-year-old visionary game developer, is more adept at navigating virtual worlds than the complexities of love.

A desperate mother. A dubious escort. And a deranged author who won’t leave them alone. Caroline Lindley is determined that her new romance novel will be her best one yet. Fantasy! Formal gowns! Fencing! And, of course, a twentysomething heroine to star in an enemies-to-lovers plot with all of Caroline’s favourite tropes. But Lady Rosamund Hawkhurst is a thirty-six-year-old widow with two children, her sole focus is facilitating a peace treaty between her adopted nation and her homeland, and she flatly refuses to take the correct approach to there being only one bed. What’s an author to do?

Nachdem er mit seiner alten Tastatur achtzehn erfolglose Jahre in Räume vorgedrungen ist, in denen noch nie ein Gedanke gewesen ist, versucht, der gealterte Schriftsteller sich das Leben zu nehmen. Am abgründigsten Punkt seines Lebens, macht er die größte Entdeckung seines Lebens und stiehlt die heilige Lampe von Mekka. Der Legende nach, Aladins verschollene Wunderlampe. Aber warum wurde die Geschichte aus Tausendundeiner Nacht niemals korrekt zu Ende erzählt?

I threw a penny into a fountain, and ended up abducted by a group of fae called the Wild Hunt. They dragged me into their world and made me one of them. And then, they started hunting me. I managed to convince their leader to take me somewhere safe, but after I got there, he revealed the price of his help: Me. I thought their hunt was going to be the death of me, but it turns out there's nothing more dangerous than a male fae who has decided you're his mate.

A Secret Service operative and dedicated survivalist, Special Agent Del Roosevelt had a plan for every world-ending scenario and regularly trained for them all. He was even ready for a date with the hottest woman in his office next Friday. At least he hoped so. But all that training, all those rations, all that prepping? Useless for the apocalypse that actually played out. Del wakes up half-buried in a giant trash pile, missing his thumbs. And, um, covered in red fur. He's stuck in a world of fuzzy monsters, senseless violence, and cult-like crusaders.

Frank and his team have their work cut out for them. The club needs new guests, drinks, trophies, and employees, not to mention a good mopping of blood after every shift. Guests love him, but the bounty hunters aren't pleased at all with Frank's success. Hector, their leader, knows just what it takes to knock his former friend down a peg or two. Just when Frank thinks things can't get any crazier, he gets invited to a bizarre nightclub owner meeting. New alliances will have to be forged, and dangerous waters will threaten to swallow him.

Katarina Ashowan was not made for courtly life. Sure, her father is the famous house witch of Daxaria so she was raised among majestic castles, proper manners, and royal expectations. But Kat is also a mutated witch whose power aligns predominantly with fire. She’s more comfortable riding horses or learning to fight than she is making polite conversation and wearing fancy dresses. Which is why her upcoming assignment—serving her best friend, Alina, the soon-to-be crowned Troivackian queen—is anything but ideal.

Heaven sucks. It most definitely, undeniably did not live up to the expectation of a paradise in the clouds, not with the talking spiders, evil priests of Light, and war, lots of war. Those of Light simply wouldn’t leave the fledgling village—Dedu Tedu Novus—alone. Peace was not on the menu. The seven declarations of war made that point crystal clear. Worse, in a series of unfortunate and escalating events, our stray King of Shadows finds himself where he really ought not to be.

Sarah snuffed it, expired, breathed her last breath—also known as died, if you need it spelled out—in the most unlikely of places…the library. But do not fret! This is perfectly normal. What is not normal, however, is the persistence of one’s soul after shuffling off this mortal coil. To break the Cycle is strange and wrong and perverse. It goes against the very nature of existence: lives must eventually be recycled (responsibly). Lucky or unlucky, Sarah finds herself Cycle-broken and very much alive, depending on how strict you wish to be with that definition.

Kaz Wolfe is trying to prevent ancient gods from regaining access to our world. The Order wants to open a portal to the Nether to gain power by serving those gods. Playing defense isn’t working. The Order always has the initiative. It’s time for direct action, to hit the Order hard. Before it’s too late for us.

The wizards at Ankh-Morpork’s Unseen University are renowned for many things—wisdom, magic, teatime—but athletics, not so much. When Lord Vetinari, the city’s benevolent tyrant, strongly suggests to Archchancellor Mustrum Ridcully that the university revive its sports program and field a football team composed of faculty, students, and staff—or lose the funding that pays for their nine daily meals—the wizards of UU find themselves in a quandary. First, they have to understand what makes foot-the-ball so popular with Ankh-Morporkians.

At long last, Lady Sybil has lured her husband, Sam Vimes, on a well-deserved and long-overdue holiday. But for the commander of the City Watch, a vacation in the country is anything but relaxing. The balls, the teas, the muck—not to mention all that fresh air and birdsong—are more than a bit taxing on a cynical city-born and -bred copper.

The Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork is facing a crisis, and who better to manage it than the man who turned around Ankh-Morpork’s inefficient Post Office, former arch-swindler-turned-Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig. Lord Vetinari once again makes Moist an offer he can’t refuse: resuscitate the venerable Royal Mint. The bank has many problems: the chief cashier is almost certainly a vampire, the elderly chairman and her two loaded crossbows needs a daily walkie, there’s something strange happening in the cellar, and running the Royal Mint is costing a mint.

By all rights, Arch-swindler Moist von Lipwig should be meeting his maker at the end of a noose. Instead, Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, has made him the city’s Postmaster General. Death may be preferable to fixing the Postal Service—a creaky, outdated institution beset by eccentric employees, mountains of old, undelivered mail Moist swears is talking to him, and a dangerous secret order. To restore the postal service to its former glory, Moist accepts the help of the tough talking and very attractive activist Adora Belle Dearheart.