With the hopes of the faerie realm turned to dust, Alva Viola Taverner and Hector Henry Featherson strike the final blow to the veil between worlds, shattering it and returning them to the human realm. But one hundred years have passed for humanity, and things have changed. The world awaiting them now bears larger teeth and sharper claws, and it hungers for much more than their lives. *Fourth installment of the serialized novel."The first great serialized...

Scorching Nightmares: Tales of Terror from the Lair of Dragons is a spine-chilling collection of dragon horror stories that will take you on a journey of fear and terror. This book features ten unique and gripping tales that are sure to leave you with goosebumps. From cursed flames to burning shadows, each story will transport you to a world where dragons reign supreme, and their lairs are a place of unspeakable horror. With vivid imagery and heart-pumping...

"Ren Yu is a swimmer. Her daily life starts and ends with the pool. Her teammates are her only friends. Her coach, her guiding light. If she swims well enough, she will be scouted, get a scholarship, go to a good school. Her parents will love her. Her coach will be kind to her. She will have a good life. But these are human concerns. These are the concerns of those confined to land, those with legs. Ren grew up on stories of creatures of the deep,...

Two boys of one soul entangled with a sister universe fighting for survival against the Living Dark must learn to use the powers of an ancient bloodline and call forth the descendants of Earth's first heroes to save both worlds and all life from extinction.

In the Plaza of Dark Delights, which lies seven blocks south of the Marsh Gate and extends from the Fountain of Dark Abundance to the Shrine of the Black Virgin, the shop-lights glinted upward no more brightly than the stars glinted down. For there the vendors of drugs and the peddlers of curiosa and the hawkers of assignations light their stalls and crouching places with foxfire, glowworms, and fire-pots with tiny single windows, and they conduct...

There was an old Simorgyan legend, Fafhrd had insisted, according to which on the seventh day of the seventh moon of the seventh year of the Sevens-Cycle the king of the sea journeyed to the other end of the earth, leaving his opalescently beautiful green wives and faintly silver-scaled slim concubines free to find them lovers if they could . . . and this, Fafhrd had stridently asserted he knew by the spectral calm and other occult tokens, was the...