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I was protected by the monsters under my bed when I was a kid in the foster system. I have a feeling I could use them again. My time in the foster system wasn’t great. Maybe they were imaginary, but when things got bad, the boogeyman and an imp always came to my aid. If I needed to run, a beautiful white stag would appear at my window to let me know to get out of there. I’ve touched the stag. I know he’s real.

Nacht für Nacht wird die Methalle König Hrothgars vom grauenvollen Ungeheuer Grendel heimgesucht. Weder Schwert, noch Zauber vermochten ihn aufzuhalten. Beowulf, dem mächtigen Krieger aus Gautland kommt diese Herausforderung gerade recht – doch ahnt er nicht, dass Grendel nur eine der vielen Gefahren ist, die ihn erwarten. Das epische Heldengedicht aus dem Jahr 700 gilt als eine der ältesten Überlieferungen nordischer Dichtkunst und war bereits eine große Inspiration für J.R.R. Tolkien.

When the triplets accidentally save a prince from a vampire attack, they’re not just the Greywicks anymore. They’re the Lost Stars: descendants of the gods, harboring unforetold magic. Now they’re bound for the Celestial Academy for Fallen Stars, whether they like it or not.

A moving, inspiring and thought-provoking collection of 50 coming-out stories from around the world. From the good, the sad, the surprising and the funny, no two stories are the same, yet all are by people who share the courage to be vulnerable, take huge risks to find love and acceptance and are brave enough to be their authentic selves. Whether you have any experience of coming out or not, these stories are incredibly powerful and moving.

The five members of an elite commando group nicknamed “the Stone Wolves” once raged against Creterakian rule. Now, four decades after their heyday, they each try to stay alive and eke out a living. But a friend from the past won’t let them move on, and neither will their bitterest enemy. Hopscotch, RedWire, the Killer, Lulz and Recoil will soon wish their pasts could stay dead.

Dorian Gray’s painting was never in the vault of the library. We currently have no idea where it is and the only person who can track it is probably being held hostage in a storage yard with all kinds of cursed objects. Balthazar’s dick is still cursed and there’s no easy way to remove it. I already made it worse once. I hope it doesn’t fall off this time. I was totally against marrying Reyson when he woke up and announced I would be his new wife, but my resolve on that is starting to weaken. I’m starting to care for the damned god.

The ongoing battle between star quarterback Quentin Barnes and team owner Gredok the Splithead is coming to a head. Endless threats and promises of ultraviolence hang on their every word. With sentients of several groups trying to manipulate or kill him, Quentin must chart a new course if he is to survive and overcome his injury to once again lead his beloved Krakens into battle.

Sora’s been betrayed before, and her heart feels like Grandma Mitsuye’s antique Japanese ceramic bowl with its gold-filled cracks. When her pledge to stay single inspires readers to #gosolo, Sora wants to empower her followers. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? Enter Jack Mann, a muscle-bound baker who Sora hasn’t thought of since elementary school.

Felice is mystified about her identity and the relentless downward trajectory of her life. Important clues are locked up within the mind of Mimi, Felice’s paternal grandmother who journeyed with Felice’s infant father from post-WWI Prague to live in America.

The angels came two hundred years ago with a mission to wipe out everything the pagan gods created. The humans came together to form the Coalition to hunt us for them. We disappear and end up in various places to be experimented on. I ended up in New Eden Asylum. The nuns and priests keep me in a padded room in the basement with all the deadlier supernaturals. They don't experiment on me and try to cure me like the others because I'm too dangerous to be in the same room with. I don't know how long I've been here, but I haven't seen or spoken to anyone in a very long time.