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Prince Boschild of Liechtenstein. A man chosen by the emperor himself to maintain order in this small principality. However, the Empire's glorious ruler clearly underestimated Boschild's greed and ambition. Before I, Theodore the Babylonian, arrived in Liechtenstein, things had been plain sailing for the prince. He'd just carried on taking care of state matters, not forgetting to take care of himself in the process.

Did I mention I'm a new witch with telepathic powers? Yeah. It's a lot. Especially since every time I get near Aldronn, the commanding orc either wants to boss me around or bed me. Or boss me around while bedding me. Ugh. Why does that have to be so hot? I can never let him know! He'll be even more sinfully arrogant than he is now, and that wicked smirk of his already makes me want to scream...or kiss him. Or maybe both. Okay, it's totally both.

On his way back from delivering a parcel one day, Everson stumbles across an empty cottage at the edge of the wood, where he quickly discovers its secret: there’s magic within these walls, and he can make this place into the secluded home of his dreams. His dreams, of course, include wall to wall books, and when a stranger stops for directions and mistakes it for a library, Everson gets an idea: the first free library in Wrestia, where all are welcome.

After surviving dimensional travel, a dark sorceress looking for revenge, annoying bureaucrats, and opening night at The Shadow’s Respite, Varix just wants a little peace, a pint, and a night without nightmares. But the fates, or possibly the gods, have other plans. A rival chef wants his recipes, a baron wants his tavern, and Everspring’s grand market day has everyone cooking up trouble. Varix plans to dazzle the crowds with a daring new dish—if his competition doesn’t ruin the celebration first.

Amara has spent her life hiding in plain sight hemming tunics, mending tears, and never letting anyone know that cloth speaks to her. When a soldier brings her a bloodstained cloak, Amara’s needle awakens a dead captain’s voice, revealing her ability. Now a Guild enforcer from the Hemlock Circle hunts her, determined to prove she’s a rogue weaver. But the Guild isn’t the only danger. Grieving nobles covet her power. Desperate mourners beg for miracles. And in the shadows, a cult known as the Wraithstitchers waits, eager to claim her gift and twist it into horrors beyond imagining.

There was no reason for Crown Princess Anastasia of Rockfall to worry about her future, not when she was the only heir to a small yet important kingdom within the Allied Lands. There was no reason, either, for her to learn magic, or the growing arts of science and magitech, or indeed anything else… until she was kidnapped by a sorceress who stole her face, cursed her so she could never reveal her real name and dumped her on the far side of the Allied Lands, all the while intending to impersonate Anastasia long enough to murder her parents, be crowned Queen and instigate a reign of terror.

In a fight for survival, their love may be the most dangerous weapon of all. Whispers of the White Witch have spread through Solstyr like wildfire, and as Katya's infamy grows, so does the king's fury. Signs calling for her arrest plaster the walls of every city, village, and outpost, fueling the nation's fear. Even the Ümbrian slaves she helped rescue now look at her with distrustful eyes.

Victor Frankenstein kann seine Trauer über den Tod von Clarissa Morton nur schwer überwinden, zumal er sich insgeheim die Schuld daran gibt. Um sich seinen Schmerz vor Mata Hari und Theodora Sachs nicht anmerken zu lassen, intensiviert er seine Bemühungen, endlich eine Sydney-Trichternetzspinne einzufangen. Und tatsächlich entdeckt er bald einen Ort, an dem die Spinne zu finden ist. Er ahnt nicht, dass Cooper Morton ihm dicht auf den Fersen ist, bereit für seine Rache bis zum Äußersten zu gehen ...

Finley, the roving tinker and sales extraordinaire (who may or may not be an elf), would prefer to avoid the heroic riffraff and their suffocating, otherworldly hope. Unfortunately, the pantheon has other ideas which is ever noticeable when they keep dropping summoned heroes in his path, insistent that they’ll be the savior. Why? Great question! Finley has no idea. His world has been overrun by zombies, so why bother?

Molly Dark and her crew of philanthropic thieves aren't looking for trouble—just some rare books. Robbing the Heidelberg University library won't just provide what they need to restore Alphonse Schmidt's memories: it'll also prevent the world's empires from recovering their most sinister weapon. But the path of true philanthropy never runs smooth.

When Luna bargained with an arrogant fae journalist to save her inn, the last thing she expected was to fall for him. Half-fae Luna Pierce is getting what she's always wanted: to run the Cliff House Inn. Except, it hasn't had a visitor in months, one of the rooms is magically locked, and the owner, her estranged fae father, is threatening to sell. She has until Long Night, when fae from across the continent travel to the city of Sandrin, to change his mind.

To anyone looking on, it would appear that a certain very young count is beset by too many enemies, especially considering that his Gift has nothing to do with combat. It’s as if the northern region that houses his county is a magnet for offworld invaders. But his enemies also include his competitors, and, of course, neighboring aristocrats who seek to seize the lands and assets of this impudent upstart, this Count Bulatov.

So, let's take stock. I rebuilt the district. Made enemies disappear. Gained allies. Put the Shadow Clan back on the map. By now, I should've earned a break. Naturally, that's when the real trouble starts. Some people preferred us powerless—silent, broken, easy to control. Now Marcus the Paladin is back in their way, and they're done playing fair. The next wave of enemies doesn't want war. They want erasure. But if they think I'm going quietly, they haven't been paying attention. Let's see who steps up next—and how far they're willing to fall.

I was the greatest mage of chaos of my time, spending sixty years defending the world from rift creatures. If there was a mission—I completed it. If there was an enemy—I destroyed them. I was loyal to the Empire to my bone, until it decided to wipe out the Chaos clan and every last one of its members.

Stephanie Burgis delivers another irreverent, sparkling, and sexy installment in the Queens of Villainy series, where a seductive fae queen meets her unexpected match in the enemy empire's valiant general. Queen Lorelei is a notorious fae seductress, with a trail of broken hearts in her wake...

With their outpost secure, the newly crowned king of the Dragonhammer dwarves finds himself more concerned with trade and infrastructure than conquest. The failed invasion weakened their enemies, and the dwarves have graciously declined to counterattack. After all, the Dragonhammer Clan sees the monument to their dead every day. But the goblins can't afford to leave well enough alone. Desperate for resources only available within the dwarven-controlled region, they try to barter. And when the dwarves refuse to deal with their enemies, the goblins resort to theft.

Aurelia Sundon has always wanted to join the Inventor’s Union, and now she has her chance: the prestigious union will accept submissions on Christmas Day—the only problem is, that’s four days away. She thinks she’ll have her invention ready in time to present. Except Aurelia’s old love and current rival Frederick shows off his entry: an incredible clockwork creation that creates snow. And then, of course, Frederick’s invention goes out of control.

Welcome to Soldark, where those who dare can ignite their destiny. Meet four women of the city of Soldark, as they forge their own paths through the seasons. Mae. The seamstress down on her luck, but chasing her destiny. Verity. The clockmaker's daughter, who gets in over her head after a theft. Caz. The plucky journalist looking for her big break. Aurelia. The ambitious inventor who’ll do anything for her family’s prosperity.

Soldark. A city where stories are written, destinies ignited. Caz Coppersdown wants nothing to do but stay in Soldark and get a job as a journalist. But when her parents ship her off to her aunt’s country estate, she fears she won’t find anything newsworthy to write about. Until she realizes this small town is harboring a few surprises: Her aunt isn’t the fussy old lady Caz thought she was. The local air show is hiding a catastrophic secret. And soon fingers are being pointed at innocent people. Caz has found her story. But can she solve the mystery behind it?

Soldark. A city of mystery and mechanisms. Once a year, the elite of Soldark host an elaborate midsummer masquerade ball, and Verity Pennington has always dreamed of attending. But as a clockmaker’s daughter, Verity hardly has time for such things. When a rival mechanist steals valuable plans from her father’s shop, everything changes. Verity finds out the thief will attend the masquerade, and she vows to get in, but it won’t be easy. A maze of mechanical masterpieces. A ticking clock. Can she unmask the thief and save her family’s reputation?