Résultats pour "Lang Lang" dans Littérature et fiction

Nuit noire et pluvieuse dans le New Hampshire. Au détour d’une route, une voiture fait une violente embardée. Nicole, qui conduisait, ne se souvient de rien, sauf d’une chose : sa fille, qui était avec elle, a disparu. Si les recherches de la police confirment la présence d’une autre personne lors de l’accident, le mari de Nicole prétend que l’enfant n’a jamais existé... Qui croire ? Que s’est-il réellement passé cette nuit-là ?

Debt-serf. Scavenger. Nobody worth remembering. In Alnda, that’s all Alaric was ever supposed to be. Something others had planned for him. But with CD, Elli, Seo Rin, and Yesabel at his side, Alaric’s building mechs, making allies, and carving a future society never wanted him to have.

New York. Aéroport Kennedy. Dans la salle d'embarquement bondée, un homme et une femme se télescopent. Dispute anodine, et chacun reprend sa route. Madeline et Jonathan ne s'étaient jamais rencontrés, ils n'auraient jamais dû se revoir. Mais en ramassant leurs affaires, ils ont échangé leurs téléphones portables. Lorsqu'ils s'aperçoivent de leur méprise, ils sont séparés par 10 000 kilomètres : elle est fleuriste à Paris, il tient un restaurant à San Francisco.

Trente ans ont passé depuis que Greta a quitté Marchmont Hall, une magnifique demeure nichée dans les collines du Monmouthshire. Lorsqu'elle y retourne pour Noël, sur l'invitation de son vieil ami David Marchmont, elle n'a aucun souvenir de la maison – le résultat de l'accident tragique qui a effacé de sa mémoire plus de vingt ans de sa vie. Mais durant une promenade dans le parc enneigé, elle trébuche sur une tombe. L'inscription érodée lui indique qu'un petit garçon est enterré là. Cette découverte bouleversante allume une lumière dans les souvenirs de Greta, et va entraîner des réminiscences.

Du landest in der Wildnis - zusammen mit dem Killer, den du töten wolltest. Wie lange überlebst du? Die Zivilisation, wie wir sie kennen, existiert nicht mehr. Das Überleben in der Metropole Imagination sichern mithilfe von Gentechnik erschaffene Mischwesen aus Mensch und Tier.

The vengeful King Schahriar agrees to stave off the execution of Queen Scheherazade until she finishes a particularly compelling story. Her plan? Bleed one tale into another. Through fanciful histories, romances, tragedies, comedies, poems, riddles, and songs, Scheherazade prolongs her life by holding the king’s rapt attention. With origins in Persian and Eastern Indian folklore, the stories of The Arabian Nights have been reworked, reshaped, revised, collected, and supplemented throughout the centuries by various authors and scholars.

Wir sind mitten im Nirgendwo gestrandet und Greystone ist nur noch eine schmerzhafte Erinnerung. Und doch hat Tan'Malas, der dunkle Gott, es irgendwie geschafft, vor uns in diesem fremden, neuen Land Fuß zu fassen. Es ist keine leichte Aufgabe, eine neue Heimat zu errichten, doch es gibt kein Zurück mehr. Die fanatischen Kräfte Tan'Malas regieren das Land mit eiserner Faust und halten die Bevölkerung mit Angst und Schrecken unter Kontrolle. Auch uns wollen sie ihren Willen aufzwingen.

Frank Gerber isn't happy. At all. Being a bounty hunter sucks. Even more so when it pays very little. What sucks even more is that his client decides to skip payday. A pimp dressed in a frilly pink suit. Can his day turn even worse? It can when polite conversation turns into unabashed violence, and Frank finds himself the new owner of the most rundown joint in the Ashpit. With a mounting debt, not nearly enough booze, and a single bartender in his service, he will have to do... yeah, he doesn't know what yet, but he will eventually find out. Everything can wait.

Dans la grande cité de Glargh, les Veilleurs veillent — ou du moins, ils essaient. Et puis il y a les Furets, l'unité de bleusaille la moins crédible du guet : un charcutier reconverti en soldat, un ingénieur porté sur la bouteille, une amazone prompte à distribuer des baffes, un médecin trop bavard, un Nain, une magicienne… Bref, une bande mal assortie qu'on confie habituellement à la surveillance des latrines. Mais quand on leur colle une vraie affaire — un double meurtre, rien que ça —, l'excitation retombe vite. Et si ce n'était pas une chance qu'on leur offrait, mais un piège ?

My name is James, but my mom’s the only person that can call me that. To everyone else, I’m JD — a struggling artist, working my fingers to the bone for my shot with one of the big comic book companies. Oh, and I work nights, managing a dive called Judson’s Bar and Grill. I know: the dream life. Things were boring, disappointing, even. Until one fateful night when everything changed.

My name is Garren Holt, and I used to be a long-haul trucker with a taste for trashy audiobooks—the kind you're embarrassed to be caught listening to. Now, I'm a Battle Hauler in a world where monsters are real, people have weird powers, and my new rig is a talking donkey with a pink mohawk and an ego the size of a Peterbilt. Oh, and instead of a truck sporting 600HP, I got stuck with a four-wheeled wooden cart.

Frank and his adopted family have plenty of work to do. The guests are thirsty and they want new drinks, the walls yearn for more heads...er, trophies, and his purse dreams of being just a bit fuller. Popularity is never something Frank yearned for, but the club has made him rather important to the Ashpit and its inhabitants. But not everything is roses and sunshine when Frank is invited to a meeting of notable Sankta Varathian club owners. Deals are offered, new faces promise him the world, and gold begins to flow...but as it usually goes, everything that seems to good to be true, usually is.

Full of mischief, valor, ribaldry, and romance, The Arabian Nights has enthralled readers for centuries. These are the tales that saved the life of Scheherazade, whose husband, the king, executed each of his wives after a single night of marriage. Beginning an enchanting story each evening, Scheherazade always withheld the ending: A thousand and one nights later, her life was spared forever.

Frank Midnight is on a roll. He’s been making a name for himself in Sankta Varath as a shrewd businessman, merciless killer, and welcoming club owner. He’s sporting some of the meanest weapons and toughest armor in existence, and rides a deviltail mount through the city like a boss. Frank Boss as the orcs call him. Yet, the man isn’t happy. How can he with a thousand voices screaming in his head and the Quinta Empire advancing on Steelheart. Nothing can stop them, not even the might of the Three of Steel, the brutality of Castilian, or the…mildly annoyed Frank.

Charles Raynaud has found the perfect cover for his smuggling operation running out of Mexico, because how many customs agents are going to want to inspect a carton of venomous snakes? When Raynaud runs into his old Yale buddy Richard Pierce, a chance to play bodyguard feels like even easier money.

Solange aime écrire, mais elle doute de son talent. Beaucoup trop selon son amie Axelle qui lui déniche un travail un peu spécial : rédiger les mémoires d'un dénommé Tristan Bussy ; et pour ce faire, résider dans sa propriété. Solange finit par se laisser convaincre. Elle était justement à la recherche d'un emploi. Sauf que celui-ci va s'avérer particulier. En effet, Tristan Bussy n'est pas un vieux monsieur et ses récits de vie sont d'un érotisme torride.

Est-ce que j'ai touché le fond ? Je suis au chômage technique, obligée de jouer les colocs avec ma mère et les centaures alors que ni Wayne ni la magie n'ont refait surface. Les Hextrémistes nous traquent, la juridiction fait la sourde oreille… et accessoirement, Bell, ma traîtresse de sœur, me saute à la gorge dès qu'elle en a l'occasion. Mais tout va changer, j'en fais le serment. Je ne peux faire confiance à personne ? Tant pis. Les Containers ont besoin de moi, et même si je dois passer maître dans l'art des manipulations, j'obtiendrai ce dont mon quartier a besoin.

We’d survived the battle for Sklava City, but just barely... Parties were scattered, academies split, and the Tower—the monolithic structure that served as both order and protection—was toppled. What should we do next? In short, we must make the city safe and find our path forward. The mistresses and elders have a plan, but it requires us to venture forth into the wilderness and seek out a new mind stone. The problem? We’re just students. And the world beyond Sklava’s wall is a wild and dangerous place.

My first few weeks at Zenith Academy were hectic. I made friends, but also enemies, and got myself into a death duel. Our triumph from defeating the dungeon’s first floor boss was short-lived, however, as a rather grim notification popped up. A colossal beast and its swarm of bloodthirsty monsters was headed our way. That was the bad news. The good? We had time to prepare. I have my own party now, made up of a feisty earth girl, a naïve but lovable moon elf, and a larger-than-life giantess. We need to find a fifth member to round out the party before it is too late.

A newly-minted Hammerlord, Ash, finally has a home of his own and a party he’d fight and die for. The next chapter in his life is about to start, but along with that come many responsibilities, like…where do they put the monster trophies? And who gets what room? Sometimes it is good to have simple problems as every new dawn somehow piles on more and more dangers on his plate. House Domitius is still coming for the smithy and for Ash’s parents. They will stop at nothing, when a familiar face returns with reinforcement, even bending the guild and bank to their whim, or using deadly force.