Ergebnis für "Folge 12 The Whispered World" in Literatur & Belletristik

The world has been remade. Transformed by the touch of the World Tree, Earth has regressed to a pretechnological age. Machines no longer function, nations have fallen, and the remnants of humanity struggle to survive in a world brimming with danger . . . and power. But from the ashes of civilization, Ethera—a mystical energy that grants supernatural abilities through a game-like system of stats, spells, and magical evolutions—has emerged.

Victims all describe hearing a voice before they die gruesomely. Sometimes it’s singing an old Taiwanese song, sometimes it’s in Japanese, and sometimes it’s an anguished call for help from a loved one. Can Wu Shih-sheng, a degenerate taxi driver in Taipei, hunt down the source of the voice that killed his wife before he becomes the next victim?

Lonely physiotherapist Harry Foster has the world at his feet. A full client list, a six-figure Instagram following, and a publishing deal for a book he doesn't have time to write until his agent offers him a break - a retreat to the wild southwest coast. Cornish horseman Joe Carter is lonely too. Rescuing horses and managing Whisper Farm takes up most of his days, and by night he plays chicken with the farm's perilous bank accounts.

Sloane, Ardie, Grace und Rosalita leiden seit Jahren unter ihrem Vorgesetzten Ames. Zu seinem Verhalten Frauen gegenüber gab es schon immer Gerüchte. Gerüchte, die die Firmenleitung stets ignorierte oder unter den Teppich kehrte. Aber jetzt soll Ames zum Geschäftsführer befördert werden. Die Frauen wissen: Sie müssen seinen Aufstieg unbedingt verhindern. Und wenn ihre Worte wie üblich nicht gehört werden, dann müssen sie eben handeln.

Somewhere in the shadows of his mind, the war never ended. Josh Tracksbears—codename Squirrel—wasn’t just any child. He was born into power. Recruited young into The School, a covert government program built to exploit psychic and shamanic gifts, he was trained to be a weapon. But now, as an adult drowning in cheap liquor and cheaper regrets, those memories are gone—erased, hidden, buried deep. Until she shows up.

Can you whisper? Something I never thought I’d ask the guy who is exactly my type, but completely wrong for me. Someone I sneak secret glances at from a distance while vowing to never get too close. And then I get tossed in jail. With him. Know how forced proximity and extreme panic go together? They don’t. And the walls I spent a lifetime erecting around me crack, giving him an intimate view of all the secrets I work so hard to protect.