Ergebnis für "Adam" in Humor

In Dirk Gentlys Holistischer Detektei geht es drunter und drüber. Ein elektrischer Mönch, eine lebende Leiche, ein bettlägriger Odin oder ein Cola-Automat mit Eigenleben sind nur einige der Zutaten dieses "Geister-Horror-Zeitmaschinen-Romanzen-Komödien-Musical-Epos" vom bekannten Autor der "Per Anhalter durch die Galaxis"-Reihe.

In Douglas Adams letztem - unvollendetem - Roman lässt der Autor einmal mehr Privatdetektiv Dirk Gently im Dunkeln tappen. Gently wird von jemandem angeheuert, den er nie trifft, um einen Job auszuführen, der nicht spezifiziert wird.

"Per Anhalter durch die Galaxis" ist nicht nur absurd und komisch, grell und aberwitzig, sondern (was eigentlich dasselbe ist) philosophisch...

His solution to all of it: throw a Zone Faire. Games, monster trucks, a joust, friendly competition, and absolutely zero drama. That last part is not going to happen. Mrs. McGillicuddy has declared war on Jolene the Wasp Queen, the assassin is not going to wait for the pie-eating contest, and someone is apparently getting married. The harem keeps growing. The LitRPG progression keeps delivering. The chaos has fully committed to being unhinged, and this installment is the most bonkers one yet—which is saying something.

Faced with the impeccably polite, but evil LEATHER DADDY - Gabriel must make the most difficult choice: free Yulia, the Priestess of Monsters or find another solution. If he frees her, there's zero chances it fails to create huge amounts of drama (and distractions). If he doesn't, well...it could lead to worse outcomes.

Adam Binder’s life has never been better. Sure, he has no money, no car, no home to call his own, and he’s worried about creating a future with his boyfriend Vic, but he’s closer to his family than ever before. He’s also Page to the Elven Court of Swords, and that appointment is not without its perks—like the invisible sword strapped to his back.

In the magic lands of the Fae Wild, the Goblin King's virility is the lifeblood of the realm. But an insidious curse has put the kingdom on the precipice of a population panic. Enter Thomas Stone: architect, engineer, and unknowing half-blood heir to the goblin throne. Whisked away to a world where baby-making makes the world go round, Thomas finds himself in a pickle thicker than goblin stew. Birth rates are dropping faster than a fairy on a bad flight path, and it’s up to Thomas to save the fae from themselves.

Deep in the elbow skin of the Fae Wilds, far from the teeming fortress of the Goblin King and the glittering palace of the King and Queen of the Elves, there lies a forgotten hideaway of crumbling single-wides and rusty Airstreams. A lonely clan of beautiful women, clad in tube tops, overall shorts, and tacky Asian-print house-dresses, yearn for a man who can unstop their sewer lines and get the internet working again.

I was having the perfect day when I suddenly found myself on the wrong side of an interdimensional portal. Instead of a weekend in wine country, I wound up in a trailer park that seemed stuck in the 1980s and filled with... goblin women? By the way, since when are goblins real? And why are the women so hot?

My big secret is out. Adam Vex may be a tiny bit not human. But it's not so bad. Just so long as Gideon Cain doesn't find out. It's probably best if I keep my head down and stay out of trouble, especially after our "accident" at the vampire chapel. But one little date won't hurt.

Something is wrong with Tom Collins. More wrong than usual. Tom's being nice. I should have known trouble was right around the corner. One attempted murder later, and Reynard is forced to disarm Tom (literally). No bartender means no bar. Zee is grumpy and avoiding me, and the hotel's measly profits are dwindling by the day. Things are not going well. We need our broken, foul-mouthed Tom Collins back. But don't worry. Zee says saving Tom should be a walk in the park for us. Turns out that walk in the park is more like a road to hell. But I've got this.

Zákony života, vesmíru a vůbec surově postrkují Galaxií, tentokrát pro nic menšího, než je záchrana samotného vesmíru. Ano, je znovu čas sbalit ručník, porozhlédnout se po bezpečné skrýši, kam by člověk mohl odložit pud sebezáchovy, a vyrazit. Po tisíciletích ožívá nebezpečí, že poměrně mírumilovný národ s citem pro melodii podlehne svému děsu z jiných vesmírných ras a na druhý pokus se s nimi vypořádá jednou provždy.

The Dragon King is looking for a wife. The news causes a frenzy for the women in my village. The king will be sending out the royal guard to bring women of childbearing age to his castle in Jade City. There is only one requirement: his wife-to-be must carry enough magic to produce an heir for him. I know I won’t be chosen: I’m only human with a mere ten percent dragon magic lineage, but for some reason the magic sniffers command me to present myself to the king as a possible wife.

From the author of The Undertaking of Hart and Mercy comes a new heartwarming fantasy rom-com with an opposites-attract twist set in the delightful, donut- and dragon-filled world of Tanria. Immortal demigod Rosie Fox has been patrolling Tanria for decades, but lately, the job has been losing...

Aleana, die Prinzessin der Dunkelalben, verbringt ein Jahr bei ihrer Tante in Irland, um mehr über die Menschen und ihre Welt zu lernen. Doch hier trifft sie auf Lucan, der nicht nur ihre Welt auf den Kopf stellen wird. "Wusstest du, dass der Giant‘s Causeway einst eine Brücke nach Svartalfheim war?" Ich sah ihn überrascht an. "Nein, wie kommst du darauf? Der Legende nach wurde er doch von dem Riesen Fionn Mac Cumhail in einem Wettkampf erbaut." Er lächelte. "Hat dein Vater dir diese Geschichte nie richtig erzählt? Man sollte meinen, dass der König der Dunkelalben mehr Wert auf die Geschichte seines Landes legt."

»Bleib bloß, wo du bist«, zischte ich und wich noch weiter zurück. »Warum hast du mich hierhergebracht?« »Weil ich die Kontrolle brauchte.« »Was ist mit Professor Stevens? Was hast du mit ihm gemacht?« »Ich habe ihn getötet.« »Warum?« Seine Antwort überraschte mich nicht und ich durfte nicht weiter darüber nachdenken, sonst würde ich vermutlich endgültig zusammenbrechen. »Er hat sich nicht an die Regeln gehalten.« Dämonisch ist eine normale junge Frau. Ihr Leben dreht sich um die Uni, ihre Freunde und den Job. Bis zur Walpurgisnacht, die sie mit ihrem Hexenzirkel im Wald verbringt.

After rescuing a mysterious stranger, Gabriel is given a magical gift. Granted the ability to recreate anything he’s crafted with his own two hands: he has an impossible task. With Tablet in hand, he must restore the Fae Islands to their former glory.

With the cliffhangers from book five hanging over his head, and his tattooed, tube-top-clad crew of girlfriends planning the most trailer-park of all trailer-park weddings, Colton Winchester has only 48 hours to save the Fae Wilds and get to the altar in time.

Ravenna is free. The army outside the settlement isn't going anywhere. And Fate's Dungeon just opened a door neither of them planned to walk through. Gabriel barely has time to celebrate freeing the competitive, arrogant, increasingly-hard-to-ignore winged high priestess before the Fae Islands remind him that victory is just the setup for the next problem. A small army is camped at his doorstep. And somewhere between the threat outside and the settlement that needs defending, Fate intervenes—pulling Gabriel and Ravenna into a dungeon neither of them chose. Inside: sidequests. Lions. Hucows.

Ve vesmíru se může stát cokoliv a tak i na odstrkovaného tvora jako je Pozemšťan Arthur Dent čeká jeho hvězdná hodina. Kupříkladu může potkat spřízněnou duši Frenchurch, která své jméno získala podle nádraží, kde ji její nudící se rodiče zplodili ve frontě na lístky. Po osmi zběsilých letech v kosmu se Arthur Dent touží usadit a upřímně doufá, že jej aspoň na nějaký čas nechá Vesmír na pokoji. To by tu ovšem nemohli být jeho staří přátelé, intergalaktické lodě pohybující se nepravděpodobnou rychlostí a... Boží poselství celému tvorstvu.