Ergebnis für "A Taste for Monsters" in Literatur & Belletristik

Faith. Ist es so verwerflich und schrecklich, dass ich mich in alle Monster und nicht nur in das eine Biest verliebt habe? Das dunkle Neverland liegt in Scherben. London brennt und der innere Kreis der verlorenen Jungen ist zerbrochen. Ich habe ihr Königreich erschüttert, ohne es zu wollen. Jetzt müssen sie sich entscheiden: Bleiben sie ihrem Mentor und allem, was sie ausmacht, treu oder retten sie mich? Doch selbst wenn, kann ich ihnen jemals wieder vertrauen, nach allem, was geschehen ist?

A passionate, provocative and blisteringly smart interrogation of how we experience art in the age of #MeToo, and whether we can separate an artist's work from their biography. What do we do with the art of monstrous men? Can we love the work of Roman Polanski and Michael Jackson, Hemingway and...

A NEW YORK TIMES NOTABLE BOOK NATIONAL BESTSELLER A timely, passionate, provocative, blisteringly smart interrogation of how we make and experience art in the age of cancel culture, and of the link between genius and monstrosity. Can we love the work of controversial classic and...

I'm bound to a demon. For my entire life, I avoided magic at all costs. Now, I'm responsible for a demon who wields magic more powerful than the toughest mage or sorcerer. Demons are evil. That's what my textbooks say. That's what I see. He's ruthless, he's temperamental, he's cold. But he protects me without fail. I wonder if he's hiding a heart behind his hostility. My demon is a monster.

As the daughter of Dracula, you would think I’d be born the perfect monster. You couldn’t be more wrong. As far as monsters go, I’m a screw up—if I’m not tripping over my own feet, I’m accidentally murdering someone (it’s a real issue, guys). Left with no choice, Dad decides to send me to Prodigium—otherwise known as Monster Academy—to train me on how to be a better monster. When bodies turn up on campus, I’m the prime suspect (not that I can blame them).

Ein Anschlag auf die Organisation, eine entführte Hackerin und eine weiße Lilie. Hätte ich gewusst, wohin mich meine Vergangenheit führen würde, hätte ich mich damals wohl für den Tod entschieden. Die Vorkommnisse im Bostoner Untergrund häufen sich. Ghost, Kill und Stone versuchen mit aller Macht, ihr Imperium zu verteidigen.

Mark Quinton is impulsive and stupid and childish. He’s the last person in the world who should be allowed to run the food and beverage department at the Clouds Westminster, however many brilliant ideas he has and somehow miraculously pulls off. He needs…something. He needs Finn Christensen.

Quinn: After Rowan and I escape Mercer’s hold, we have to get the pack somewhere safe, but my only option is a pride run by a controlling alpha. With everyone safely inside the walls of Winterhaven, Rowan and I attempt to search for the truth, but we’re being hunted and driven further from the answers we need. I want to do everything to protect my mate, but as I learn more about his past, I realize that I might need to protect him from more than just Mercer.

After being attacked by a serial killer, being saved by Loki - so-called god of mischief, lies, and chaos - being dragged to Alfheim, losing every cent in her bank account, and caring for her grandmother, Amy Lewis has lost her scholarship to veterinary school. But it's all right. She has a plan. If she manages to keep her day job as a receptionist and her night job as a vet tech, she may be able to get her scholarship reinstated and save enough money for the dreaded "miscellaneous fees". Too bad her day boss is unbearable....

In a kingdom ruled by ravenous vampires, I was bred to serve and destined to bleed. When I'm chosen by an elite, I'm thrust into a deadly world of courtly intrigue and dark desires. The prince's icy exterior hides a fierce passion, but will I claim his heart or his crown? The more I unravel the twisted secrets of the vampire court, the more I realize that for my people to thrive, the king must die... and I'm the only one who can defy him. Can I find my grandfather's secret antidote and use it against the fanged tyrant—or will he kill me before I seal the deal with his immortal son?

January, 1145. Godfrey Bowyer, the best but least likeable bow maker in Worcester, dies an agonising death by poisoning. Although similarly struck down after the same meal, his wife, Blanche, survives. The number of people who could have administered the poison should mean a very short investigation for the sheriff’s men, Hugh Bradecote, Serjeant Catchpoll and Underserjeant Walkelin, but perhaps someone was pulling the strings, and that widens the net considerably.

Hades kidnapped me. Yeah, that Hades. Greek mythology is real, and I’m learning the gods are real dicks. I’m tasked with caring for the monsters in the Underworld. Oh, yeah, Demeter is pissed about the whole Persephone thing. She’s kidnapped her daughter and making the monsters fight for sport. Persephone is quite happy in the Underworld according to Hades pet dog...who has three heads and is kind of a goof. I’ve met a Kraken, a minotaur, a phoenix, and a black widow spider. I’ve also met Hephaestus, the God of the Forge, who has been abused by his family.

Johann Conrad Dippel von Frankenstein machte sich wie ein Besessener an die Arbeit. Auf dem Tisch lag der Torso des Händlers. Der linke Arm fehlte vollständig, die Beine waren bis auf die Knochen abgenagt, und am Schädel ragte der Kieferknochen hervor. Von Frankenstein sägte, nähte und hämmerte fast die ganze Nacht. Er setzte den geschundenen Körper aus neuen Leichenteilen, die in Kübeln mit Alkohol schwammen, wieder zusammen. In der Luft lag der modrige Gestank der Hölle. Fast hatte er sein Werk vollendet...! Das Grauen würde bald zum unheiligen Leben erwachen!

A delicious novel from Sunday Times bestseller Heidi Swain: ‘Heidi’s known for her feel-good factor and this story is a delight’ New! Magazine ‘A charming, summery read’ The People’s Friend ‘A summer trip to Wynbridge will never disappoint. Swain’s writing as always is so...

Contains books 1 and 2 of Master of Monsters. Lord of Flesh, book 1 The Isles are a brutal, nasty place and the capital city, Ansiri, is no exception. Its nobility is rife with infighting, nonhuman races are cruelly enslaved, and violence is the primary currency. It's those very things that...

"Monsters aren't real." That's what sixteen-year-old Lucy Brannigan has always believed, until, broke and desperate, she and her father move to an isolated farmhouse in the small Scottish town of Helsbridge. It's their last chance, and they have to make it work. For Lucy, life appears to be over. With no friends, and surrounded by miles of thick woodland, there's nothing to do. But why did the previous occupants leave their belongings behind?

Mark Henson is a riverboat gambler at heart. But as a practiced cheat and card counter, he’s been 86’d from half the casinos on The Strip. In his mind, he’s always one game away from his luck turning around. That is, until The System arrives—and warps Nevada (and the rest of the world) into a digital card-based game. When Mark awakes in the slums of Lost Vegas, a deck of cards rests on his chest. But these aren’t just ordinary playing cards.

Jasper Jamenson's only responsibility to being the Beta of the Redwood Pack, second son of the Alpha, is to protect the Pack from themselves and the human world. After a century of selfless service, his brother's new found mating forced him into taking a good look into his life. He isn't sure he wants a mate, but fate may have other ideas.

The monsters already own my body…but do they want my heart? Left to die in a monstrous land, I’m saved by the monster I least expect. He hates me, but he loves what my body can do for him. I shouldn’t want to keep him. I shouldn’t want to keep all of them. I’m just their plaything, after all. But, one by one, they find their way into my heart. Even as the world falls apart around me, I realize that I’ve become just as obsessed with my monsters as they are with me.

I woke to the soothing sound of a peaceful serenade...except there’s nothing peaceful about being kidnapped after being sold to the Devils of Sin. This never should have happened, because I did everything right. I accepted the invitation, attended the masquerade in the depth of the forsaken forest, and danced with whomever requested. The longer one remains, the more debt is cleared from the family name, so I danced through the night. I survived to the final note—and let me emphasize the survive part—but I’m starting to realize where the real problem lies.