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Las Vegas is open for business. To Hell. After sealing one Rift in the desert, exorcist–weretiger Lucas Kane rolls back into Vegas expecting a breather. Instead, the Strip is dim, cell towers are dead, and low-level demons swarm the city like roaches. The Vitelli vampire family is bleeding out, the Shifter Council shows up to “help” (and argue over who’s in charge), and something ancient is wiring mortuaries, tunnels, and nightclubs into a ritual circuit that spells one word: HOME. Lucas has a shotgun, a Saint Benedict medal, and a very short fuse. Riley—his blade-happy, bloodborn...

Juno Hale is still Level 0. The System still thinks that’s a bug. After speed-running the “safe” starter dungeons with her bare hands, Juno marches into Tier Two—where the trees are taller, the wolves hit harder, and the devs are waiting. Their answer to a permanently Level 0 pugilist who keeps breaking their damage curves? Patch Boss: Slaughtercat. It’s fast. It’s lethal. It’s a chainsaw-clawed murder-kitty coded from the ground up to counter “high STR, low level profiles” like Juno. Normal parties get deleted in seconds. Tanks are turned into patch notes. Every wipe log ...

Nate, Tad and Kob have traveled to a new land. And this time - there’s Dragons! More battles, more enemies to overcome and new allies to make. Can the three friends once again change the face of the new world? The Forever Man, Book 7: Dragonland is the next novel in the genre-bending Forever Man fantasy series. If you like post-apocalyptic heroes, battles against mythical creatures, and wild temporal jumps, then you’ll love Craig Zerf’s crackling mashup.

Level 1 forever. A mop that steams like a small miracle. And a goblin clerk who brought biscuits…and paperwork. Drew’s glitch means he’ll never level, but the market doesn’t need a champion—it needs a grown-up. When Scrib, a painfully polite goblin clerk, files for Sparring Privileges (witnessed aisle, crash mats, snack clause), Drew agrees to teach open-palm takedowns where everyone can see them. Training turns into a spectacle-free festival—until a slick racketeer from Turnspike shows up selling “tiered safety” that skips the clinic. Nope. With benches set, lanterns ...

Drew is still Level 1. Permanently. That’s fine. He doesn’t need numbers to win—just a bench, a breath, and a room that remembers its manners. After turning a “public hearing” into a masterclass in calm, Drew opens the cheapest training yard in the city: pallets, chalk lines, free tea, and hard rules posted where knees can read them. Paywall’s thugs rebrand their protection racket as “Priority Lanes.” A royal inspector tries to sell a license to walk. The streets answer with receipts: Cup Rail moons, NO PASSES, INSIDE VOICES, and a guild that teaches holds instead of heroics...

Dans un monde bouleversé par des forces cataclysmiques, le destin d'un homme se dessine... Le sergent-chef Nate Hogan est en poste à l'ambassade américaine de Londres. Mais lorsqu'une tempête solaire dévastatrice balaie la planète, plongeant l'humanité dans une lutte brutale pour sa survie, le courage de Hogan est mis à rude épreuve. Mais alors que les impitoyables Fair Folk et leurs guerriers orques franchissent les frontières du temps et de l'espace, Hogan se retrouve dépassé par le nombre et les armes. Dans une course contre la montre et l'anéantissement, il se lance dans un...

This time, the boys have gone intergalactic. Space vampires, artificial intelligence, battles galore. But maybe Nate has taken on too much. After all–he’s only human…or is he? As always, Nate, Tad and Kob have gone large. Their quest–to save an entire species, whatever the personal cost. OORAH!

Intraprendete un viaggio epico in un mondo in cui realtà e gioco di ruolo si fondono in “Salire di livello - È un mondo RPG. Libro 1 - Ascensione”. Leo Armstrong, reduce da una rottura, scopre che le ordinarie pendici delle Montagne Rocciose si sono trasformate in una notte in un fantastico regno di gioco di ruolo. Svegliatosi con un'interfaccia di sistema e una Terra ora governata da meccaniche di gioco, Leo deve navigare in un paesaggio in cui ogni azione ha delle conseguenze. Armato di asce da lancio, un'ascia da legno e un coltello bowie, l'avventura di Leo si dipana mentre ...

"In 'Salire di livello - È un mondo RPG Libro 3 - Esplorazione ", battaglie adrenaliniche e azione al cardiopalma si scontrano in un epico turbine di avventure! Tenetevi forte mentre Leo e il suo intrepido equipaggio si tuffano a capofitto in territori inesplorati, dove il pericolo si nasconde dietro ogni angolo e il brivido della scoperta non conosce limiti. Preparatevi a essere travolti da un giro sulle montagne russe di proporzioni epiche! Con pericoli ad ogni angolo e misteri in attesa di essere svelati, questa è un'avventura da non perdere. Unitevi a Leo e ai suoi impavidi compagni ...

Intraprendete un emozionante viaggio di avventura, magia e scoperta di sé in “Level Up: Progression", l'esilarante secondo capitolo della serie ‘ISalire di livello - È un mondo RPG. Libro 2 - Progressioned’. Unisciti a Leo e ai suoi fedeli compagni mentre navigano nei paesaggi insidiosi di un mondo trasformato dalle regole di un coinvolgente gioco di ruolo. Man mano che i poteri di Leo crescono, cresce anche il pericolo che lo circonda. Con nuovi incantesimi a disposizione e formidabili nemici all'orizzonte, Leo deve sfruttare le sue capacità e affrontare le sfide che lo attendono....

Drew is still Level 1. Permanently. And somehow that’s the point. When a dungeon crowns a boss knight “Indomitable,” Drew brings breath, timing, and a door. One clean parry (Stage Door I), two open-palm seats, and the announcer quietly changes the script from defeat to practice concluded. Then the real fight begins—outside—where Sir Paywall wants to sell the town a “license to walk the road.” Chairs before blades. Med lane stays sacred. Rope gets parked. With Scrib the kindly goblin clerk (and his deadly tidy forms), Tig’s refusal book, Lark’s lantern pulse, and a market ...

Drew Armstrong is still permanently Level 1. Still carrying a mop, a teacup, and a stubborn belief that rules—posted at knee height—beat blades and bravado. When the dungeons finally speak, they don’t ask for blood. They ask for terms. Drew brokers a first-ever Dungeon Amnesty: challenges, not massacres, No Child Spawns if MED FIRST is read out loud, and Mercy Exits that open on late. Tea Rooms calm traps. The Single Signal keeps hands talking instead of bells. And every glossy cheat gets dragged down to READ @ KNEES—where the law can be seen, traced, and kept. City hall wants ...

The bell stays decorative. The crowd learns to breathe. And Drew—Empty Hand Warrior, mop in tow—walks into the capital square to end a monster made of applause. The Titan isn’t a dragon. It’s echo, optics, and bad habits with a choir. To beat it, Drew has to plate a Ring Charter at knee height, starve the rafters, and teach a city to count: Four = Double-Hold. Six = Ladder Reset. Eight = Quiet Ready. Nine = Anchor Feet. Ten = Clean Punch (Hands First). No swords. No passes. No tiers. Sabotage? Of course. Sir Paywall pivots from “safety” to “scoreboards”—until his crest ...

Plob the teenage magician, Master Smegly, Typhon the Dark, dragons, talking trees, goblins and...Winston Churchill? Yes, Plob is back to save us once again, and this time things got even harder. No expense has been spared with a cast of - lots and lots - space ships, time travel, Spitfires, and girls in skintight leather.

Roads don’t keep order—people do. Drew Armstrong is still permanently Level 1, still carrying a mop, a teacup, and a talent for ending fights without adding bodies to the count. When three caravans hire his witness-only escort—“clean seats, public refunds, med first”—Drew and the crew roll out to tame a choke-point called Three-Spans… and the toll artists, “express” pass peddlers, and parade drummers who make it dangerous. Armed with benches, chalk, and a stubborn rule called Read @ Knees, Drew turns chaos into a corridor: rope to peg (low), Single Signal (hands or bell), ...

Vegas didn’t die. It grew teeth. When the lights flicker and the water starts coming with a price tag, the Strip gets rebranded Jawbone City—new charter, new curfew, and a Water Board that smiles while it squeezes. “Priority passes” decide who drinks and who bleeds. Clinics barter plasma for diesel. And the city learns to bite. Lucas Kane wants no part of the new order… until the med lane needs a rider, a kid needs a miracle, and the syndicate’s “temporary measures” start feeling permanent. Caught between crooked law and desperate people, Lucas builds a third option—street...

Plob is back - and so is his arch nemesis, Typhon the Dark. And now the Big T is playing for keeps. It’s world domination time and once again the only one that can stand in his way is the teenage magician Plob and his master, Smegly. But they do have some help in the shape of the British and the Australian secret service, some giants, a cockerel and the infamous hobby-horsemen of the Hors-doovrees. But will it be enough - because this time Typhon has something up his sleeve in the form of a battalion of Nazi Storm troopers courtesy of the Third Reich.

Drew Armstrong is still gloriously, infuriatingly Level 1—and the city just invited him to an open tournament built for spectacle. Nobles want clang. Sponsors want blood. Drew wants a clean seat and a signed receipt. He enters with no blades, no ropes, no head hits… and starts winning anyway—on timing, angles, and a grip that turns monsters and showboats into polite furniture. When a champion in full plate steps into the ring, Drew does the unthinkable: unbuckles with consent on the rule board and helps the man sit with dignity. The crowd learns there are louder things than applause...

In a city where doors can turn into altars and paperwork kills as cleanly as knives, the blood supply is the new battleground. When Jawbone’s cold chain starts “accidentally” failing, exorcist-turned-reluctant-fix-it-man Lucas Kane and his crew do what they do best: make rooms behave. Nurses become generals, kids tape the law at shin height (“No passes in med”), wolves and velvet share a coffee without homicide, and every hinge learns its manners. Easy, right? Not when a contract-slick emissary offers to erase the evidence—for a private consent. Not when a sigil-caged freezer ...

Sometimes the only way to fight Evil is to simply go to work every day and do your job. Plob - Reetworthy Plob - Reetworthy Plob the Third - was doing just that. And it's proving to be more difficult than picking his nose with his elbow. What with attempting to restore his Grandfather's good name, learn the words of the Beer, Beer, Beer song and battle constantly with his testosterone fueled fantasies - he hardly has any time left to save the world.