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There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

You never realize how much your bad attitude can impact your life...until it manifests as a flesh-and-blood monster. Ever harbor a resentment and wish someone dead? Even if you didn't really mean it? There's a monster for that. It won't sleep until it fulfills your darkest desire.

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?

Kataklysm arrives every three thousand years. It's always different, but whatever form it takes, the result is the same—it brings humanity to the brink of extinction. The last Kataklysm...happened three thousand years ago. To save the world from Kataklysm, Tannen seeks an ancient path, once cultivated by the ancestors, long since abandoned and forgotten.

For the first time, one of my spells backfired. I was trying to trap a sorcerer in a blood prism.... He was too powerful. It was the only option. When the spell reflected back on me, I found myself somewhere else.

I'm Hailey Bradbury: hedge witch and vampire. My sire was staked moments after I was turned. As a youngling, the Voodoo Queen took me in. She taught me her art. I've been working with the new Mistress of the Vampire Council. She trained me in the ways of vampirism, the path of the night. Witchcraft plus voodoo plus vampirism equals what I call bloodwitchery. Most witches won't mess with the power latent in blood. It's dark. It's dangerous. But if you can master it...You can harness the power of life itself.

There's power in dragon blood.... It's also delicious! No one really knows what to do when a dragon shows up in town. I called the exterminator. He hung up on me. I guess it's up to me to take these monsters on.... I have to use their magic against them. It's the only way I can stop them. Only now that I've had a taste of dragon blood, I can't get enough. Tapping into such a force comes with a cost. It's changing my heart. So many urges. So many desires. I still can't believe what I've done. I'm not only losing myself. I'm losing him.

Six books and more than 30 hours of shifters, vampires, witches, and slayers fill this complete LGBT-friendly urban-fantasy omnibus collection.

I'm not just fighting for myself. I'm fighting for my family. Mother Shipton has taken my sister, Loralei. Elemental vampires are terrorizing the city. How can you kill vampires who can't be staked? Every time I take one down, it returns to the river and reemerges the following night. I need to find Nimue. She's a fairy who alone holds the power that might allow me to free Loralei. Without her, I won't stand a chance against Shipton and the Elemental Vampires. But how does one find a fairy who doesn't want to be found? Will she even help me if I do?

A local coven is hunting wolf shifters. They're enslaving them, extracting power from their essence...what are they planning? I'm not sure. I would have ignored it...until they captured my...friend. Or is he more than a friend? I don't know. That kiss...I'm so confused. All I know is that I have to save him. One hedge witch facing off with a whole coven...drawing on the power of the wolves...do I even stand a chance?

When the Dagda took three girls and combined them into a single goddess—that he might have for himself a divine wife—he thought she'd be an obedient sub-deity and an extension of his rule. But the Morrigan is subservient to no man, no matter how powerful a god he fashions himself to be. If she is to rule, however, she must do more than defy the god who made her. She must win the heart of a mortal.

The Neck are coming for me.... It was just a matter of time before they'd demand I return to the waters. But I'm not the same monster I used to be. Shifting into whatever form someone desires the most...making them into my next meal.

Welcome to the Vilokan Asylum of the Magically and Mentally Deranged. I'm Doctor Cain. I'll be supervising your treatment plan. Yes, before you ask, I am that Cain. I've come a long way since I became the world's first murderer.

Being possessed has its advantages.... Sure, my soul-bound familiar could be a pain in the ass, but she came with some pretty impressive abilities. A nasty voodoo demigod, a loa of destruction, wants to steal her power. Ogoun, the loa of war, has invited me to join the Voodoo Academy. If I master the arts, he tells me that I might have a chance to thwart the demigod's scheme. But can any of these "gods" be trusted? They all have ulterior motives. And I won't be a pawn in their war. But if I don't stop him, if he steals these powers...he could destroy the world.

Nanovax was supposed to be our salvation. Death and disease, now obsolete. Until the terrorist attack. Fifteen cities in a single day. Again, they said Nanovax was the answer. The same technology meant to heal us could now be used, through an algorithm, to track us, to predict human behaviors...to thwart future terrorists. I'm Lieutenant Brian Goff. I received the first injection. It healed my wounds. I became the face of Nanovax. Then the algorithm identified me as a terrorist. Now, I'm fighting against the technology that once saved my life...and the government has my daughter.

The Voodoo world needs a new queen. The bokors have united behind Kalfu. The magical war that Ogoun had predicted has begun. Mercy’s vampire coven is growing—but which side of this war are they really on? When Annabelle returns from Agwe’s oceanic domain, she finds the remnants of Vilokan hiding in fear for their lives. Will they unite behind Annabelle as the new Voodoo Queen, or will Kalfu’s legions overwhelm what’s left of the Voodoo world?

Joni had always been fascinated by the history of her family’s old antebellum plantation. Her ancestor’s journals were filled with stories, many involving two slave girls, the older of whom was deeply involved in the “red magic” of the Bokors. When Messalina returns from the grave on a quest of vengeance, Joni must confront the wickedness of her own family’s past, while also embracing a truth even more ancient—that she is descended from a line of Druids. Joni is the only one who stands between Messalina and her insidious plans.

The enemy has learned how to replicate in the nanoverse. His plan remains the same; to usher in the next chapter of human evolution and to convert all of humanity into a digital species, inhabiting a digital world. The government has fallen. The resistance is in turmoil. If I'm going to save humanity I have no choice but to destroy the nanoverse.