Ergebnis für "Evil Intentions" in Science Fiction & Fantasy

"Bist du okay?" Ihre Stimme klang nicht so fest, wie sie es sich gewünscht hätte, als ihr Blick über seine blutige Lippe und die roten Male auf seiner Wange glitt. "Ist nicht so schlimm." Er tupfte das Blut mit dem Ärmel seines Longsleeves ab. "Was ist hier los, Jamie?" Sie hasste, wie klein und hilflos und überfordert sie sich fühlte. "Wer sind diese Kerle? Und was wollen die von Dad?"

It’s really hard to pretend like life is normal when you’re staring a monster in the eyes, though he’s both tempting and irritating in his human form. I put my days as a hunter behind me, unable to cope with the death and pain anymore, to become an upstanding citizen and for what? To assist Lake, a man who claims he’s not a monster but keeps talking about me like I’m edible and–even worse–wants to woo me?

He knew it was a dumb stunt from the start. A midnight run through a cemetery to impress a couple of girls isn't the stuff of legend, but Alex Carlisle longs to escape the crushing mediocrity of life after high school. Then, he stumbles upon the ritual, the cultists, and two bound and bloodied women. Alex intervenes, and the ritual blows up in his face, leaving him bound to them both: Rachel and Lorelei, an angel and a succubus.

Bane should have been king . . . But he was born four minutes too late. Though it was Bane who'd led armies to victory against the scourge of the undying, now he must watch as his undeserving twin claims yet another throne through marriage to a princess of a neighboring kingdom. A kingdom that Bane had saved. That throne should be his. So he'll take it. All Bane must do is deceive his twin's innocent bride.

Queenie and the Rejects have found the Covenant, but it isn't anything they thought it would be. Never to be the one to give in, she has a new plan to fight back against Thraven and his armies, one that depends on beating the Nephilim at their own game. She's got the best of motives and the best of intentions, but, then again, the road to hell is littered with both. It's time to go big or go home, and the Rejects don't have a home.

Something has stolen the darkling mage's face. Reports of arcane theft and violence are pouring in from all over Valero. They all have one thing in common: a perpetrator who looks exactly like Dustin Graves. But Dust has been hanging in the hideout, barely out of sight of his bloodthirsty companions. An impostor is clearly on the prowl, and soon a vampire clan, the Lorica, and even Dust's own allies are giving him hell for crimes he didn't commit.