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Jetta needs to escape… As a kitchen maid who has finally managed to escape abuse at her master’s hand, she finds herself at the scene of a crime. Now she's involved in a murder. How many times can her life be turned upside down? Never knowing her parentage, she has struggled alone for too long. Dominic is a friend of the king… Enjoying a peaceful life was never his choice. He wanted a change from the monotony. But finding his Farrier murdered, with only a slip of a girl as the likely culprit, was possibly taking things too far.

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A relationship broken. A ship in distress. Horrors that shatter minds. A song that changes reality Jett Valla and Eddie Stone stand between life and death for a million souls. But can they save each other? The QSR Neo-Tokyo was the first ship in the Quasar Metropolis-class fleet: an immense spaceship housing a glittering, neon-lit city and half a million people. For forty-five years, it has traveled from Jupiter to Pluto and back without incident. For the last six years First Officer Eddie Stone and Head of Security Jett Valla have built a life together aboard the ship. But no longer.

The murder of a priest in one of the 87th Precinct’s parishes sends Detectives Carella and Hawes on a troubling investigation where everyone has a secret and the truth hides within the lies.

Fourteen-year-old Amy Cahill and her younger brother, Dan, thought they could return to their regular lives when they found the 39 Clues that safeguard their family’s great power. But they were wrong. Powerful enemies – the Vespers – have been waiting in the shadows. And they’ll stop at nothing to grab the Clues. Four powerhouse authors unite to expose the 500-year-old secret struggle between the Cahills and the Vespers. The Vespers are rising . . . and the world is in jeopardy.

I came to the Tombs to tend to the dead. I left the Awakening Ceremony with four dragons that were never supposed to wake. Seven years I’ve worked the deep levels of Dragonfall Academy — feeding dragons, cleaning roosts, tending the memorial fires where no one else will go. Ground crew. Invisible. The daughter of a dead war hero with calloused hands and nothing to her name but a uniform that smells like dragon musk. The whispers started when I was a child. Voices in the Tombs, pressing against my mind like grief that isn’t mine. I learned to ignore them. I learned to keep my head down...

I came to the Institute to put my bare hands on four men who killed everything they touched. They called me rare. They didn’t tell me every Anchor before me was dead. My mother died on a Tuesday. By the end of the week, I’d drained the electrical current from a light switch, absorbed the magical charge from a neighbor’s corgi, and signed every form the Lachlan Institute slid across the table. They called me an Anchor — the rarest class of supernatural alive. Touch a dangerous power, and I could neutralize it. Absorb it. Keep it from killing anyone. Then they sent me underground. ...

I came to Nightborn Academy to learn what I was. I stayed because the stars were dying… and I was the only one who could see it. My whole life, I’d been wrong. Wrong birth. Wrong sky. Wrong girl standing at the edge of a world that didn’t want her. When a freak incident at my lighthouse sent a column of starlight screaming across the Norwegian Sea, the Headmistress of a floating citadel appeared and told me I had a choice: come learn the truth—or wait for worse people to come asking. I chose the academy. At Nightborn, every student is claimed by a constellation. Zodiac magic is ...

My mother survived seven years buried alive to tell me one thing. The dead remember everything. We carried Lyra out of the vault and into the keeper settlement — a civilization destroyed two centuries ago to keep its secrets underground. She can’t walk. Her channeling pathways are scarred beyond healing. But her mind survived seven years of solitary analysis intact, and what she knows changes everything. The purge wasn’t about fear. It was about witnesses. A Dragonsoul in the Drift can access every spirit dragon’s memories — a living archive of two hundred years of murder. Every ...

Wren Vesper's life has changed dramatically in just a few short days. She and her mother have moved to their old family home in Sedgwick Cove, Maine. She discovered that she is, in fact, a witch. And rather than spending the start of her summer vacation hanging out with her friends, she spent it defeating an ancient and terrible Darkness hellbent on laying claim to her magic. Now all she wants is to have an uneventful summer, beginning her magical education and sunning herself at the beach.

They watched me break the wraith open in front of the entire academy. Now the general who killed my mother is building a cage for what I am. Seven years I was invisible. Ground crew. Calloused hands. The girl who cleaned dragon bones in the deep Tombs while something ancient hummed in her blood. That’s over. Four Elderwyrms chose me… and the academy watched me purify a wraith with my bare hands. General Thorne watched too. The man whose name sits on my mother’s execution order recognized exactly what he was looking at. Now the cage is closing. Medical holds. Surveillance. A military ...

I came to Bloodmoon Academy to find out what I was. I found four heirs who were raised to kill me. My grandmother died on my eighteenth birthday. The binding runes she etched into my blood shattered with her last breath, and every sense I never knew I had ripped through me like lightning. A blood-sealed letter told me the truth: I was an Ashford. The last one alive. And the four ruling families of the magical world had made sure of that twenty years ago. A ley line gate dropped me into Bloodmoon Academy, a Gothic fortress hidden in the Scottish Highlands, where power runs through bloodlines...

The prophecy has a second verse… and it names the price. The ancient voice beneath the academy spoke a warning no living celestial has ever read: the Voidborn must stand at the center of all thirteen and choose. Hold the light, or hold her life. She cannot hold both. I refuse to choose. The Obsidian Order is regrouping. The academy is in lockdown. Hundreds of students lie powerless after the weapon fired, and somewhere out there is a place older than every star chart the Council ever filtered: a black volcanic island where the first Voidborn was born and where the truth about the ...

They locked me in a cell for saving six hundred lives. The tribunal was supposed to decide my fate. Capital charges for channeling all four senses — the very power that kept the academy standing. But the Hungering Root didn’t wait for a verdict. It cracked the floor in the shape of my birthmark and sent the Council scrambling. Now I’m running through collapsed tunnels with the four heirs who gave up everything to break me out. And the bonds between us are no longer something we can contain. Caelum — his blood hit the stone next to mine and the bond ignited before either of us could ...

Amy and Dan find themselves in a new global race but this time, everything’s different. Those closest to them might be working for the enemy, and Amy and Dan are forced to ask themselves how far they’re willing to go to save the kidnapped Cahills. How much can you risk when there’s no one to trust?

I earned my place at Bloodmoon Academy. Now I have to fight to keep it — and survive what’s waking beneath it. The forged documents condemning my bloodline were exposed. The purge that killed every Ashford was built on lies. I should have been safe. But Aldric Voss didn’t come to lose. He brought a Covenant operative inside the academy walls, fabricated evidence tying my dead mother to the organization that destroyed her, and forced me into the Blood Trials — a tournament designed to prove whether the last Ashford deserves to exist. I fought. I bled. I survived. And the bonds ...

There is another Bloodweaver. The Covenant has had her since the purge. I crossed a continent to find her. She does not want to be found. The ley lines told me she was there. A frequency buried under eighteen years of suppression compound, reaching back through corrupted channels the way I reached through binding runes for my entire life. Ashford copper. Alive. Caged. I left the academy broken and burning behind me. Fourteen dead. Compound seeping back into healed channels. A Council elder already whispering that my absence is abandonment. And a blood oath to something ancient that I have ...

I bonded my life to four cursed fae lords. Then I rode into the ashes of the court they destroyed… and learned exactly what each of them had done to deserve two centuries of suffering. The curses weren’t punishment. They were a cage — built by a dying queen to keep an ancient darkness contained. And my four lords were the reason she had to build it. One of them burned her lands to ash. One shattered her people’s minds until their bodies turned to stone. One hunted the innocent into dens. One stole the prophecies that could have saved them all. I named their crimes aloud. Named my ...

I came home to fight a war. I walked into a coup. My sister leads the enemy. The academy I bled to save had moved on without me. White diplomatic flags on the Spire. Covenant emissaries in the corridors. Elder Solas building a governance framework designed to cage me in procedure while the ley-line network died beneath our feet. Nadia chose them. My sister — the drain to my amplification, the second half of a system that needs both lungs to breathe — walked into the Covenant’s arms and became their weapon. Every nexus point I stabilized, she drained. Every front I held, she broke open...

I survived a year in the Autumn Court with a knife under my pillow. Poison on my hands. Then my blood hit the soil, and a dead garden came back to life. I was taken as a Tithe — a human dragged through the Veil to serve a dying fae court until I stopped breathing. Most Tithes last weeks. I lasted a year by tending withered gardens, brewing healing tonics, and quietly poisoning every fae who made the mistake of cornering me alone. Eight so far, if anyone was counting. No one was. That was the point. But three drops of blood on cursed earth changed everything. A dead rosebush erupted into ...