Ergebnis für "A Mother" in Fantasy

A teenage mage of humble birth and slightly above-average skill, Zorian is attending his third year of education at Cyoria's magical academy. A driven and quiet young man, he is consumed by a desire to ensure his own future and free himself of the influence of his family, resenting the Kazinskis for favoring his brothers over him. Consequently, Zorian has no time for pointless distractions, much less other people's problems.

When I—along with my best friend and his big purple monster boyfriend—come across a fortress-like raider camp while journeying across the monster-infested Wastes, we stop to deliver a message. Somehow, that simple pit stop turns into a seemingly impossible quest to get this camp's missing leader out of the prison where he's being held and forced to fight monsters and other humans. I know exactly where it is because I've been there. Problem is, I'm making this journey with the prickliest and most arrogant guy I've ever met, who seems to hate me on sight. Oh, and he's also half-monster.

As the months in the time loop seem to add up without end, Zorian forms alliances with acquaintances old and new in an effort to solve the mystery of the loop and save his city—maybe even the world—from destruction. But while his mage skills develop and he pursues more advanced and unusual forms of magic, Zorian must battle necromancers, fanatical cultists, and vicious creatures—all while avoiding the attention of the lich who could kill him...permanently.

A devastating attack by the lich Quatach-Ichl has left Zorian and Zach reeling as their remaining restarts tick away. As they recover, they make preparations for their final confrontations with Red Robe, the lich, the primordial being, and the invaders—all within the shadow of a question they can’t answer: can Zorian and Zach both survive outside the time loop? When the time loop is broken, sacrifices will be made, bonds will be tested, and trust will be more important than any magical skill or power—and even then, success is not guaranteed.

Nach einer verheerenden Niederlage wurden Tisaanah und Maxatarius auseinandergerissen. Tisaanah setzt alles daran, Max aus seiner Gefangenschaft zu befreien - doch während sie für die Freiheit ihres Volkes kämpft, wird der Krieg immer gnadenloser. Hinter den Mauern von Ilyzath ist Max nur noch ein Schatten seiner selbst. Seine Erinnerungen sind verloren, seine Zukunft liegt in den Händen einer neuen, skrupellosen Königin.

What if Europe had never colonized the world? It is a world that never had overseas empires, the transatlantic slave trade, or the Protestant Reformation. There is, however, in an obscure island nation called England, a woman running for her life. Marie, Duchess of Suffolk, has no choice. In this society, women are a reproductive commodity. Marriage is the only available occupation. And barren wives like Marie are expendable trade. After absconding with the family jewels, Marie fakes her own death and seeks a life outside the confines of her family and her marriage.

Dans Rebel Witch , la conclusion palpitante de la duologie Heartless Hunter , l'amour n'a jamais été aussi mortel. UNE SORCIÈRE... Rune Winters est en fuite. Depuis que le garçon qu'elle aimait, Gideon Sharpe, l'a livrée aux mains de l'ennemi, tout le monde veut sa mort. Pour survivre, elle doit s'allier à la dangereuse Cressida Roseblood, qui prévoit de réinstaurer un Règne des Sorcières. UN CHASSEUR DE SORCIÈRES... Apparemment, il ne suffisait pas que Rune trompe Gideon : elle le trahi une nouvelle fois en s'alliant avec la sorcière qui a fait de sa vie un enfer.

Life is hard enough for a teenage girl in 1950s suburbia without having a mother who may—or may not—be a witch. A single mother at that. Sure, she fits in with her starched dresses, string of pearls, and floral aprons. Then there are the hushed and mystical consultations with neighborhood women in distress. The unsavory, mysterious plants in the flower beds. The divined warning to steer clear of a boyfriend whose fate is certainly doomed.

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars.That was a long time ago.My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark.I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

Our world burns with war. In the west, the people of eternal sunlight invade the darkness, armed with swords, arrows, and torches. In the east, the children of endless night fight from the shadows. Soldiers of sunlight and dwellers of darkness. Their war flares across the world of Moth.

The sun no longer rises. Evening no longer falls. In the lands of endless sunlight, we fear the darkness, we forge swords, we march to war. In the shadows of eternal night, we hide, we pray, we die. Soldiers of sunlight and children of darkness - we were once one. We were torn apart. We must be one again.

For countless years, Moth has been frozen still, one half drenched in eternal daylight, the other cloaked in endless night. For countless years, the soldiers of sunlight and the dwellers of darkness have lived in isolation. We are the children of Moth. We were born in sunlight or in shadow. We can stop the fire, or we can watch our world burn. This is our story.

“We speak of a mother’s love, but we forget her power.” Civilization has come to the alien, sunless planet its inhabitants call Eden. Just a few generations ago, the planet’s five hundred inhabitants huddled together in the light and warmth of the Forest’s lantern trees, afraid to...

Herbert George Wells (1866 - 1946) was a prolific English writer of science fiction stories and novels, and is frequently credited as being the father of science fiction. 'The Moth' is the strange tale of two rivalling entomologists, each determined to demolish the other's life's work. When one of them dies, the other struggles to cope in the absence of his rival. And then he discovers an entirely new species of moth - a moth very reminiscent of his dead rival - and which pursues him wherever he goes.

A dying goddess. A fractured prophecy. A magicless elf who shouldn’t exist. Elliah grew up in hiding, her mother’s whispered warnings of treachery and death trailing her every step. A single misstep draws the attention of those who fear what her survival heralds. Her escape rests in the hands of a dragon-hunted warrior blinded by faith. The truth of her existence is a weapon, foretold yet unfulfilled.

An evil new magic threatens to undo all the progress women have made in the third and final book in Jenna Glass's riveting feminist fantasy series, following The Women's War and Queen of the Unwanted. In the once male-dominated world of Seven Wells, women now control their own reproduction, but...

The king is dead - and with him, the last thread holding the kingdom together. Deep cracks are forming throughout the kingdom of Nri with whispers of deadly successors lurking beneath the shadows. Despite having the same face, it seems the deepest crack is forming between Naala and Sinai, the reunited twin goddesses, who must put their differences aside as they travel through a broken Nri.

A prince with a quest. A commoner with mysterious powers. And dragons that demand to be freed—at any cost. Prince Corin has been chosen to free the dragons from their bondage to the Empire, but dragons aren’t big on directions. They have given him some of their power, but none of their...

The Battle Academy and Mage School forces have joined, but they are outnumbered by Ewzad Vriil's army of mutated men and Mellinda's forest of monsters. There are spies on both sides, assassins on the hunt, secrets to be revealed, and Justan's magic will be unleashed. But there is one thing they haven't considered. Even if they can somehow overcome Ewzad Vriil, will they be able to destroy The Mother of the Moonrats?

Mandukhai inherited a fractured nation. Now, she must turn it into a whole empire. Manduul Khan is dead, and he named Mandukhai queen regent until a new great Khan is selected. This should be a simple matter of choosing the man who stole her heart long ago, but the spirit of Genghis and his cryptic promise makes one thing abundantly clear: The fate of the Mongol Nation cannot be decided by the whims of her heart.