Nouveautés

Wren Darlington has spent her whole life in hiding, honing her psychic abilities and aiding the rebel Uprising in small ways. On the Continent, being Modified means certain death—and Wren is one of the most powerful Mods in existence. When one careless mistake places her in the hands of the enemy and she’s forced to join their most elite training program, she’s finally handed the perfect opportunity to strike a devastating blow from inside their ranks.

Fixing a glitch ends the possibility of an alien ever realizing his destiny. He resurrects her from her scattered memories. The only trouble is that she is a prime image of his dark but gifted side. One sustains mysticism, and another promotes prosperity. On the way to standardizing the earthly state, he ends the bodily dependency of the human species.

Twenty years after the Visitors arrive on Earth, they’re in big trouble. The Earth is hospitable and welcoming to them, but the female aliens are dying off at an alarming rate. The Alien Laboratory Breeding Department is on the job, and calling all human women.

Ever since humans arrived, my world has changed. Tensions are high as we quarrel over territory, reforming our fractured clans. I will have none of it. I did not capture a bride. But then my world goes dark—and she appears. A female so lovely she possesses my mind, a bride who blushes every time she catches my eye. She is sweet. She is young. She is everything I am not. Except nothing is as it seems. I'm no longer in the forest; I'm in a cage. I'm on a ship, far from my nest, wrapped in chains. And the female? She is my enemy. Only… I'm the devious naga who does not care.

Gerade noch war ich in meinem Auto in Nevada unterwegs, jetzt bin ich auf einem anderen Planeten und sitze in einem Käfig – vor ein paar Außerirdischen, die mich eindeutig zu interessiert beäugen. Mich rettet ausgerechnet ein Alien namens Grut, der Gefühllose. Beunruhigender Name. Er denkt, ich sei Teil einer ominösen Prüfung, in der er sich würdig erweisen muss. Wenn er sich gut um mich kümmert – als wäre ich ein blödes Tamagotchi –, bekommt er endlich eine Frau seiner eigenen Spezies. Ich bin also aus meiner Heimat entführt worden, um als absoluter Trostpreis zu enden? Großartig.