Résultats pour "Lang Lang" dans Science fiction et fantaisie

Pendergast parviendra-t-il à regagner indemne le XXIe siècle ? Dans le New York des années 1880, Constance Greene n'a pu déjouer les plans du Dr Leng, le premier serial killer de l'histoire de Manhattan. Pas plus que l'inspecteur Aloysius Pendergast n'a su empêcher le savant diabolique de commettre un nouveau forfait. Leng croit avoir gagné la partie, mais il ignore que Diogène, le frère psychopathe de l'inspecteur, a suivi son aîné et qu'il rôde désormais dans les rues du quartier de Five Points.

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.

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.

Jeune aspirant au service de l'Empire de Lumière, Cellendhyll de Cortavar a été trahi par ses amis et accusé de meurtre. Laissé pour mort dans un cachot, il n'a dû sa survie qu'à l'intervention des puissances du Chaos. Dix ans ont passé. Le jeune homme idéaliste est devenu un mercenaire impitoyable. Il n'attend qu'une chose : se venger de ceux qui l'ont trahi...

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.

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.

Betrayed and left for dead by a group of slaving nobles, he thought there was nothing left but to bleed out as he counted the number of bricks on the ceiling. But fate had other plans.

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.

Ne ratez pas L’Ange des ombres, le prochain tome de la série Ombre et Lumière. Lucian, le premier des archi-démons déchus, est un abruti de première catégorie. Et il est à ma recherche. Génial.

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.

Les origines du monde des chasseurs d'ombres, en pleine révolution industrielle... Tessa débarque à Londres pour rejoindre son frère. Mais à peine arrivée, elle tombe dans un piège : enlevée par les horribles sœurs soires, elle développe des pouvoirs qu'elle ignorait posséder. Jusqu'au jour où Will, un chasseur d'ombres, la libère et lui apprend qu'elle est une créature obscure. Un nouveau destin attend Tessa dans un monde mystérieux où vampires, sorciers et autres créatures de l'ombre règnent en maîtres.

I wanted to be an adventurer. I ended up the pack mule for a psychopathic hammer. My name is Ash. I’m a scavenger, a blacksmith’s apprentice, and, according to the voice in my head, a "calcium-based biped with poor taste in pillows." All I wanted was to clear my family’s debt and secure a future in Dawnwatch, the frontier town guarding the rift. Maybe even become an adventurer. But when a dungeon run went wrong, I didn’t just find loot. I found the motherload. A Soul Gem worth a kingdom.