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To ride a dragon, you must first survive the mountain. Most never make it. Aimee Wood has spent her life as an outcast. Born with patches of colourless skin, she's endured insults, cruelty, and isolation in the city of Kierell. But when the last place she can call home is taken from her, she's left with only one desperate choice. Climb the mountain.

Drawing on behavioral psychology and real executive case studies, the author reveals proven tactics to quietly get HR on your side so you never lose momentum on a big project. You’ll learn how to involve HR at just the right moments to neutralize their concerns before they even become roadblocks, how to speak “HR’s language” to secure rapid buy-in, and how to create a culture where HR actively smooths the path for innovation.

Casimir is a maverick in a city undergoing considerable reconstruction. Living conditions are increasingly benign. And now there is a proposal to build a large dome enclosing the city. Casimir doesn’t like this idea, so off he goes to the Procrustes Institute to have a reset of his thoughts. Decades later, this benevolent dome has been built. It’s worked out beautifully. Everyone is prosperous and happy. Days consist of endless leisure. And then a slab from the roof of the dome dislodges …

I was born to be forgotten. Cast down, exiled, left to rule the dead in a kingdom of frost and silence. The gods feared me from the moment I took my first breath—the half-living daughter of Loki, bound to a fate I never chose. While my brothers were chained and cast into the sea, I was thrown into the abyss of Niflheim, a world of shadows and restless souls. Here, I was meant to wither. Instead, I became queen. But even the ruler of the dead is not free. When the golden god Baldur arrives at my gates, the gods come pleading for his release. They believe I am heartless. They are wrong.

No choices. No questions. Only the lucky few are invited — and even fewer leave untouched. Inside these velvet-draped walls, appetite is sacred. Satin and lace. Tasting menus without cutlery. Courses where bodies are the plates, and pleasure is the feast. The Private Dining Room is a decadent collection of dominant erotic stories, where submission is celebrated, indulgence is expected, and surrender is its own exquisite art.