Titres dans Fantaisie noire

Loyally accompanying a mysterious knife-wielding gentleman named Jack on his midnight rounds through the murky streets of London, good dog Snuff is busy helping his master collect the grisly ingredients needed for an unearthly rite that will take place not long after the death of the moon. But Snuff and his master are not alone. All manner of participants, both human and not, are gathering with their ancient tools and their animal familiars in preparation for the dread night.

The supernatural, the surreal, and the all-too real . . . Such tales of the dark and the unknown have always fascinated us, and modern authors carry on the disquieting traditions of the past while inventing imaginative new ways to unsettle us. Chosen from a wide variety of venues, these stories are as eclectic and varied as shadows.

Three sexy-but-psycho monsters. The witch they're determined to protect. And a high-stakes heist about to go very wrong… I've made some pretty questionable choices in my life, but summoning the dark goddess to save my sisters? That was just plain stupid. Now I’m in her debt, and goddesses don’t exactly do payment plans. She wants the blood of the dark fae warlord of Midnight, a realm of exiles where the sun never rises and torture is a competitive sport. It’s a death trap only three men have ever escaped—my newly appointed escorts.

As the dust settles on the battlefield of Carthage, Alexander finds himself struggling to cope with the aftermath of war. Plagued by demonic corruption and mental exhaustion, he searches for any means to restore his strength and secure his rapidly expanding empire.

Une offrande de chair et de sang destinée au plus dangereux des dieux... Danaé est la fougueuse princesse rebelle du royaume souterrain réservé aux humains hérétiques, sous les florissantes contrées régies par les Faedras, de puissantes divinités aussi vénérées que redoutées. Sun, dieu de la Lumière, décide de se marier. Contre toute attente, il choisit pour épouse Danaé. Or, son frère ennemi Night, dieu des Ténèbres, vient contrarier ce projet en séquestrant sa fiancée dans une effusion de violence. Night pose à sa captive un ultimatum visant à déclencher une guerre contre Sun.

A war fueled by the powers of dark sorcery is about to engulf the peaceful land of Osten Ard—for Prester John, the High King, lies dying. And with his death, the Storm King, the undead ruler of the elf-like Sithi, seizes the chance to regain his lost realm through a pact with the newly ascended king. Knowing the consequences of this bargain, the king’s younger brother joins with a small, scattered group of scholars, the League of the Scroll, to confront the true danger threatening Osten Ard.

Grand centre culturel et marchand du désert, la cité de Sharakhaï est dirigée depuis des siècles par douze rois immortels, cruels et omnipotents. Ils ont écrasé tout espoir de liberté avec leur armée, leur unité d'élite de guerrières et leurs spectres protecteurs, les terrifiants Asirim. Çeda, jeune fille des quartiers pauvres, va pourtant braver leur autorité. Le lien qu'elle découvre entre les secrets des tyrans et les énigmes de son propre passé pourrait bien changer son destin... comme celui de Sharakhaï.

Nyx was born Hollow. An empty vessel in a world of spirits. Normally, that was a death sentence, yet somehow he survived. He's always been stubborn like that. He's also always been a bit crazy. Which is why, in another life, he did something reckless. He sent himself a message—his memories. Threw them into the Flow from which all spirits return. Besides, Nyx believed in asking hard questions. Like, was reincarnation real?

Ah, les joies de la famille... Les flambées de vampires, les batailles sanglantes, les coups de fouet, les séances de torture ludiques, les joyeux exorcismes... Tous ces petits bonheurs simples me reviennent à l'esprit depuis que grand-mère et les Vikaris m'ont retrouvée et ont débarqué en ville dans l'intention évidente de me liquider ! Nostalgie, quand tu nous tiens.

Athena is an earthly. She wields no power, and though war rages across the lands, she lives a relatively normal life in isolation until she's kidnapped by the Ministry and questioned for the magic they're certain she possesses. As she struggles to grasp her new reality, she's forced into a dungeon with dozens of mystics. Only to discover she's the only female.

Imogen Nel is in hiding. Hiding from a cruel kingdom that believes Sirens are monstrous, blood-hungry creatures. Hiding from a king and his captain who viciously hunt her kind. Hiding from her own alluring abilities. By keeping herself from the sea, Imogen’s bloodlust is dulled, and her black wings remain concealed beneath her skin. When a neighboring king comes to visit, Imogen can no longer hide. He knows precisely what she is, and he believes she can save their kingdoms from an even greater monster.

Le général Wyl Thirsk de Morgravia a vu son meilleur ami se faire décapiter, sa sœur torturée et l'homme qui l'a élevé envoyé à une mort certaine. Tout cela est l'œuvre du cruel roi Celimus. Ce dernier a jeté son dévolu sur le royaume voisin Briavel et la jeune et jolie reine Valentyna semble condamnée à une alliance politique que son cœur refuse. Pour sauver celle qu'il aime de ce piège mortel, Wyl n'a plus d'autre choix que... trahir et se battre.

His enemies stole the woman who claimed his soul. They betrayed him out of greed and desire for the crown, but they won't die for that betrayal. No. They'll die for touching her. His heart belongs to a stunning little bird. He will never stop searching for her light across the skies. Not until the blood of his enemies spills at her feet, and his queen wears their bones around her neck.

Contains all three books in the Iconoclasts trilogy and two short stories.

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Kinch Na Shannack owes the Takers Guild a small fortune for his education as a thief, which includes (but is not limited to) lock-picking, knife-fighting, wall-scaling, fall-breaking, lie-weaving, trap-making, plus a few small magics. His debt has driven him to lie in wait by the old forest road, planning to rob the next traveler that crosses his path. But today, Kinch Na Shannack has picked the wrong mark.

Après 5 longues années d'apprentissage, Seïs rentre enfin auprès des siens. Cependant, l'appel du sabre grandit en lui et, malgré ses sentiments pour elle, Seïs abandonne une nouvelle fois Naïs, pour prendre ses fonctions de Tenshin à la capitale. Le sacre du nouveau roi est l'occasion idéale pour mettre en action tout ce qu'on lui a enseigné à Mantaore... mais rien ne pouvait permettre de prévoir l'attaque d'envergure fomentée par le Renégat. En dépit de tous ces pouvoirs si durement acquis, Seïs ne peut rien y faire.

"Kill. Kill them all." It's the first four words Lars usually wakes up to every morning, a voice telling him she's just giving him a "quest" that will help him "level". But even if he wanted to do it, he can't. They're cultivators: beings with ancestral bloodlines that have powers he could only dream of, while he is stuck as a puny human. Even if he could kill them, the people who bullied him, beat him, treated him like a punch-bag pariah for being a "tailless worthless human", he wouldn't. That is, until a vicious group of murderous psychopaths called a "sect" descend on his village.

Isolde de Lara considers her wedding day to be her death day. To end a years-long war, she is to marry vampire king Adrian Aleksandr Vasiliev, and kill him. But her assassination attempt is thwarted, and Adrian threatens that if Isolde tries to kill him again, he will raise her as the undead. Faced with the possibility of becoming the thing she hates most, Isolde seeks other ways to defy him and survive the brutal vampire court.

La trahison du démon que j'aime est sans conteste la pire épreuve de ma vie d'hybride. Je suis anéantie dans un monde en proie au chaos depuis que Kel m'a abandonnée sans la moindre explication, comme si je n'avais jamais existé. Pourtant, mon instinct de Traqueuse me souffle que la vérité m'échappe... et mon cœur de femme se révolte, incapable de se résigner.