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Mana is changing the world faster than people can adapt. It's happened before. Mutations are accelerating. The countdown to collapse won’t stop. This time, Len and Rick aren’t just surviving it—they’re building something that can. But they can’t do it alone. From shattered coasts to rising strongholds, they’re hunting the people who mattered—the future legends, tacticians, and builders who once helped humanity endure. They remember who lived. They remember who died. And this time... they plan to save them before the end begins. You can’t stop the apocalypse alone.

Getting stranded in the freezing wilderness with my archenemy wasn’t on today’s to-do list. But somehow, that’s where I’ve ended up. Harry Matheson, my political rival, has always been smarmy, arrogant, and entitled. It figures that even this plane crash has barely ruffled his well-coiffed hair. It’s all fine, though, because our pilot has gone to call for help and rescue should be imminent.

The apocalypse didn’t break Plynthia. The nobles did that long before the end came. Len and Rick survived its fall—barely. Sent into dungeon after dungeon to map, clear, and die for noble profit, they earned their stats the hard way: one scar, one kill, one body at a time. Now they’ve gone back. Not by choice. Not by magic. By system design. The cracks they remember are spreading again. Trapped on the frontlines of the Stained Mountain Range, they're under siege by mana-mutated beasts.

The nightmare is over. Or so I keep telling myself. Bruised and battered, we'd narrowly escaped with our lives. I should be grateful. Grateful that my captors are in custody. Grateful that the chilling, roller-coaster of events, actually brought Nick and me closer. Grateful that we’ve finally taken a step toward something more than friendship. And I am, grateful.

A dutiful army officer who shuns intimacy. A selfless beauty ready to start living for herself. A chance meeting in the street that leads to love. When Major Spencer Haddock’s father dies, he returns to England as the Earl of Middlefield. He seeks a typical ton marriage, where his wife will provide him with an heir and possibly other children and then they go their separate ways. He intends to find his countess quickly and not waste time at boring social affairs.

Today, Aury learned three things; one, she is a princess; two, she might be a powerful mage; and three, a brutal mountain elf is on his way to the kingdom for their marriage. Aury can’t escape her newly revealed royal parents quickly enough. If they think she is going to marry some vicious elven warrior mage, they have another thing coming. They claim she’s a mage too, but she has yet to prove it. She heads to the magic military order to get her rune-marked staff and learn everything she can.

He's the only one who can save her. And the only one to break her heart. Marcus was content with meaningless flings. But Lana had a way about her that sucked him in and welcomed an unexpected hunger. From the moment they met, he knew the unattainable beauty would be his to keep. If that's what he wanted. What he didn't expect was to fall head over heels. Or lose his mind when she disappeared. Trauma rakes up his demons. He's caught between pain and desire. Perhaps he’s better off alone after all. The night Lana met Marcus, he won her over with devilish arrogance and magnetic good looks.

Jamie McGrath–newly made Irish billionaire and the ultimate playboy. The dark haired barista didn’t fall for his megawatt smile or roguish dimple. She's a breath of fresh air and the woman who rescued his father. Her naturally pretty features make her utterly irresistible. And the fact she has no idea he's part of the wealthy Northern Irish elite, is even more of a turn on. Which means she isn't a gold digger and he can be himself. The real man behind the suave suit and sporty cars.

They lost the war once. They’re not letting it happen again. The end of the world wasn’t fire and brimstone—it was guild wars, mutated monsters, collapsing kingdoms, and rifts to realms that should never have been opened. Len and Rick fought through all of it. They watched Harmonia fall. They buried their friends. Now, they’ve been sent back—130 years before the collapse. No stats. No skills. No allies.

It would appear that, after two years of relative slacking, the Hero of Chaos is once again facing an ever-growing workload. Boxxy had been quite fortunate to obtain an exceptionally potent pawn with very little effort, but that was still effort it did not intend to expend. Sensing it might get dragged into things it really doesn't want to bother with, the creature makes haste to depart Velos and its orcs so that it may continue its private preparations for the upcoming Dragon Festival.

Everyone's invited...everyone's a suspect... For fans of Ruth Ware and Tana French, a shivery, atmospheric, page-turning novel of psychological suspense in the tradition of Agatha Christie, in which a group of old college friends are snowed in at a hunting lodge . . . and murder and mayhem ensue...

At a glance, the dwarves and gnomes of the Horkensaft Kingdom are two peoples who are worlds apart. The former are seen as hardcore traditionalists hell-bent on maintaining the status quo, while the latter only look ever forward and upward as they grasp at the future with both hands. And yet, these two seemingly opposing cultures serve as a counter-balance to each other, creating a civilization that draws upon the wisdom of the past to face new challenges.

When a mysterious magic shop owner draws the lucky tarot Star card for me, I drop everything and hop on a plane to Scotland for the bucket-list trip of a lifetime. Outlander (and Highlander, for my fellow nerds), eat your heart out! But instead of my constant bad luck finally turning to good, chaos ensues from the moment I arrive, and sketchy creeps keep following me everywhere. Then a smoking hot gargoyle-slash-Highland warrior swoops (literally) in to rescue me—and in a super sexy kilt, no less. Swoon!

This wasn't supposed to happen. Business is the priority. Whiskey soothes his demons. Women come and go. It’s his club. His rules. He’s in control. But rules are made to be broken. Lana Craig wanders into his club like a defenceless lamb strays into the wolf's den. Innocent and completely unaware of his identity. That alone sets his intrigue alight. She commands his full attention the second their eyes lock. He has to have her. But when he tastes the forbidden, he's quickly tormented with the need for more.

This box set contains the final two books in the Winds of Fortune series.

Ah, Nyil, with its magic, its monsters, and its petty gods. A divine spat leaves French medic Viv stranded in the middle of an arcane disaster zone crawling with undead horrors. Thankfully, there are strange allies to be found, not least the mysterious interface that helps humans survive in this merciless world. Viv will have to progress fast to survive this calamity and find civilisation. She will also need a bit of luck. Unless, of course, she becomes the calamity herself. After all, luck is such a fickle thing.

The world waits for no one. While Boxxy is off chasing shinies and delving dungeons abroad, Azurvale's shadows churn, fester, and ferment into a potent cocktail of trouble. Secret organizations maneuver behind the scenes, patiently advancing their nefarious plots. Government agencies lay in wait, ready to pounce at the first sign of trouble. Powerful adventurers gear up and train for the next challenge, uncertain as to what form it might take.

It’s amazing what the lack of immediate threat to one’s life and wellbeing can do for a person’s disposition. High risk, high reward endeavors suddenly seem far less appealing, month-long delays are no longer a cause for concern, and sleeping in every single day of the week becomes an extremely attractive proposition. Indeed, without a pressing need to aggressively expand its power, Boxxy T. Morningwood is finally able to simply sit back, enjoy life, and watch the world both turn and burn.

Every self-respecting lich has a few hundred phylacteries at a minimum, and Harold wants to check in on a few thousand of his. Rumors reach him that the vicious Mantis Queen has one of them. Naturally, she's at the other end of the region. It's just a casual stroll across the deserted and inhospitable Flaming Steppes. Inhospitable for the living, that is!

In the distant past, a time of magic and swordplay, there lived Harold, the mightiest lich of all, a master of arcane sciences, and a challenger of gods. After reaching the pinnacle of his power and finding it surprisingly bland, Harold waged a cataclysmic war against the gods, aiming to shatter the very system that confined him. He took a nap, but he is awake once more.