Epic Horror

Ein Jahr ist seit dem großen Brand von London vergangen. Die Kriegerin Meruhe rettete Andrej und Abu Dun vor dem gefallenen Gott Loki, um sich dann zusammen mit ihren Dienerinnen und Andrejs Sohn Marius auf den Weg nach Konstantinopel zu machen. Noch immer kann Andrej nicht fassen, dass Marius noch am Leben ist - hatte er ihn doch einst nach dem Massaker in seiner Heimat eigenhändig begraben.

It has ended. It begins again. In Kavelin, Lady Nepanthe's new life with the wizard Varthlokkur is disturbed by visions of her lost son, while King Bragi Ragnarson and Michael Trebilcock scheme to help the exiled Princess Mist re-usurp her throne - under their thumb. In Shinsan, a pig-farmer's son takes command of Eastern Army, while Lord Kuo faces plots in his council and a suicide attack of two million Matayangans on his border.

Method actors inhabit their characters. Method writers do, too. John goes to elaborate lengths to study the habits, physiology, and needs of a vampire. From the mundane to the emotional, he wants to lend a sense of realism to his horror writing that goes beyond the pale. But is the undead life all it's cracked up to be? Can he last a month inside this experiment?

Recently escaped from an abusive marriage only to return to her abusive mother, this time with a disrespectful, guilt-tripping teenage son in tow, Cecily is broke, depressed, and hopeless. When a door opens in the tree she always thought was enchanted, how can she not go through it? In a land of wild magic where legends walk and ancient tales come true, Cecily will find new friends and new dangers - and come face to face with all her old nightmares.

Lance, last living dragon mage of the northern province has become truly formidable. His followers have grown, his village has expanded, and his lovely group of arcanist companions have become deadly in their own right. Now, with his [s-rank] abilities fully realized, there are few in the realm who can match his might. But there are those who will try.

Sergeant Jacob Knox leads the Head Knockers, a unit of scout-saboteurs in the war against the Dread Duke and his armies. They are the favorite squad among Captain Brighton's Stormwalkers, until an ambush by shapeshifters kills the Captain, half the company, and Knox's best men. Now the new Captain has new orders: he's sending the Head Knockers to investigate an abandoned village, the possible source of the attack.

In Book 1, a boy at the brink of adulthood travels beyond the ruins of an ancient elven city, to The Crown of The World in the far north. It is there where he meets his father for the first time, in search of the answers and reasons his mother refuses to discuss. At the risk of his life, he learns that finding the truth requires knowing The Tale of Onora.

A warlock wants revenge against the village that tortured and burned his mother.

Feltipern Trevagg has traded in his life as a bounty hunter for the security of an Imperial office - as a tax-official to be precise. But the predatory Gotal misses the chase and yearns for a conquest to take him away from his clerical duties. The opportunity to do so eludes him, until one day, during his usual walk through the marketplace, he senses the vibrations of a Jedi Knight. If his senses prove correct, this particular bounty could prove worth his weight in gold to the Empire.

William Hill knew his chances of avoiding the virus sat squarely between slim and none. With experts predicting a global pandemic, his choices boiled down to not if, but where he would die. While the rest of the world built barricades and set up distribution points for food, he chose a simpler end. The island had been one of the last and best times with his father. He couldn't think of a better place to spend his final days.

The old radio at the station had poured out haunting images of a dying world from the first day. Through it, the tiny group hunkered down at the Village of Portsmouth, bore witness to the death of millions. Where the sickness left off, storms and brutal emotions took over. Some fought. Some starved. Others simply disappeared. Storms ravaged the power grids. Relief efforts died before they ever started. Entire countries collapsed.

The fever exploded across the US and the world. Hour by hour, the news grew worse. The virus was spreading at a bewildering pace, killing so fast that estimates had to be constantly revised. Even worse, it appeared to be mutating to an even deadlier form.

Hannah Stevenson inherits a home in the Cotswolds when her grandmother, Violet, passes away, and leaves her job as a cruise-ship lounge singer to start her own herbal bath and body business there. She knows about some of the extrasensory powers she's inherited from Violet, but not about the resident malevolent goddess, Maeve, bent on destroying her. She's surprised to learn that she's not the only person of the craft in the area, either - and then there's her new, very intriguing neighbor, Edward.

A time so very long ago decided the very fate of our race. Men and women once survived below the Earth's crust. Our faces, banished from the warmth of the sun, and left to the darkness and the cold stone. Our tale has been told so many times by so many different people. Yet, no one heeds the warnings, and the message of the tale is lost from generation to generation. The time is coming again, oh so very soon it will be upon us. Darkness will fall upon the Earth, and one of the five races will reign supreme.

After a failed attempt at feeding Victoria a vegetarian diet, Seth realizes he's bitten off more than he can chew. Gabe is now convinced that the vampire is dangerous, and he's not above going over Seth's head to take care of her. With both of their lives in danger, Seth must figure out what to do with Victoria. Can a werewolf train a vampire, or is she better off with her own kind?

A time so very long ago decided the very fate of our race. Men and women once survived below the Earth's crust. Our faces, banished from the warmth of the sun, and left to the darkness and the cold stone. Our tale has been told so many times by so many different people. Yet, no one heeds the warnings, and the message of the tale is lost from generation to generation. The time is coming again, oh so very soon it will be upon us. Darkness will fall upon the Earth, and one of the five races will reign supreme.

Out in the cold fringes. The Oort cloud of the consciousness where light is scarce. Only the icy stare of countless unnamed stars to see you along your journey. A path with no beginning, nor port of call. A tortured sojourner lost in a hellish purgatory, searching in despair for an exit. The Tower & the Star is not only a strange tale, but a frigid trek through melancholic dejection. One spirit's rove into the dark night and its arduous transformation throughout. An unmoored voyage with but a whit of hope to lay hold of that tunnel's subsequent light.

Standing against the trunk of the oak tree was a man. His hair was silver, but not in a way that made him look old - it glinted faintly in the patches of light that punch through the crown of branches above. For a moment, Tansy wondered if maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. That often happened when she was tired; she’d see something out of the corner of her eye and think it was something entirely different. When she blinked, though, he was still standing there, with a concerned look on his face.

Agile Sin comes from another time, another world that exists in a parallel universe...she is a vampire and a seeker of adventure. The end of the world is what she awakens to, a deadly virus that threatens to extinguish mankind. Along the way she meets Coy as he lays sick and at deaths door. She salvages what is left of his young life for the priests that inhabit the world of dreams. Will he fullfill a destiny that is umnbidden and at the edge of the world or will he be the sole survivor of the plague. Join Agile and Coy as they explore the world together through perils and nightmares.

From the author of Psycho, a grim and fascinating tale of a torture-mad Chinese ruler who fed strange food to the feathered songsters in his garden of horror.