Ergebnis für "Kim" in Humor

Vor zwanzig Jahren bin ich aus meiner Heimatstadt Moonfell geflohen, einer paranormalen Gemeinschaft in den Vororten von New York, die vor den Augen der Menschen verborgen ist. Ein Ort, von dem ich mir geschworen hatte, nie wieder an ihn zurückzukehren. Aber der grausame Mord an einem jungen Werwolf hat mich zurückgebracht. Und ich bin hier, um den Fall zu lösen. Als ich tiefer in den Fall eindringe, wird mir klar, dass dies kein gewöhnlicher Mord ist. Jemand oder etwas hat es auf die paranormale Gemeinschaft abgesehen.

Eine magische Metropole verborgen in einer Pfälzer Kleinstadt. Eine Freundin, um deren Verschwinden sich niemand zu kümmern scheint. Können Zitronentörtchen die Welt verändern? Vielleicht die von Aëlis Munzinger. Lange schon pendelt Aëlis nur noch zwischen der Arbeit und dem Sofa, wo ihre Werwolfkrimis warten. Bis die Nachbarin sie abpasst mit einem geheimnisvollen Päckchen und der Ankündigung eines Backwettbewerbs.

Ist es romantisch gemeinsam eine Leiche verschwinden zu lassen? Das Date mit ihrem Arbeitskollegen hatte sich Aëlis grundlegend anders vorgestellt. Doch auf dem Weg zu ihrem gemeinsamen Picknick im Schrakenwald stolpern sie über die Leiche einer Frau mit riesigen Flügeln, und das auch noch im nichtmagischen Teil des Gasthauses!

Find a missing book. That was the job the woman in the Doc Martens gave us. Easy money, right? Only now it seems she's actually an ancient, powerful sorcerer, and the book is a Book of Power that doesn't want to be found. It wants to tear reality apart at the seams, and it'll use anyone it can to do it. So now we've got one spectacularly displeased sorcerer, a hungry, still-missing book, a dentist with bad hygiene, and a neighbourhood having some reality issues to deal with. Plus about a day before the book turns our world - and us - inside out.

Eine magische Metropole verborgen in einer Pfälzer Kleinstadt. Eine Bäckerin, die zu jedem Mordfall gerufen wird. Aëlis hat sich mit ihrer magischen Eidechse Gurke und als Bäckerin im Werwolf-Gasthaus mittlerweile gut in Schrakenheim eingelebt. Wäre da nur nicht dieses Problem, denn immer noch hängt Teresa im Magierdolch fest. Doch noch bevor sie den Befreiungsversuch unternehmen können, bricht in Schrakenheim das reinste Hexenchaos los, das die Besenreiterinnen Aëlis schon vor die Füße fallen. Ein Hexentanz wurde anberaumt. Jedoch überlebt eine der Hexen das Ritual nicht!

Baton. Light. Chocolate. Duck. This is not DS Adams' usual kit. This is not DS Adams' usual case. She doesn't think it's anyone's usual case, not with the vanishing children and the looming bridge and the hungry river. Not with the snap-snap-snap. But six kids are missing, and she's not going to let there be a seventh. Not on her watch. And she knows how to handle human monsters, after all. How different can this really be?

Privatdetektivin Lucy hat sich auf übernatürliche Fälle spezialisiert. Und von denen gibt es so einige in Berlin, wo es von übersinnlichen Phänomenen nur so wimmelt. Denn vor dreißig Jahren ließ die Strahlung einer Bombe den Aberglauben der Menschen lebendig werden. Heute brüten Dschinns in Kreuzberger Shisha-Cafés, Feen tanzen in Friedrichshainer Clubs, und Hipster-Kobolde sind die Herren der Kneipen von Neukölln.

The blood moon rises, and in the wilds of the Dales, something is coming... DI Adams has faced down Folk, fae, and feral geese, but waking in a ditch on the Yorkshire moors, unarmed and uncaffeinated, is a new low. Worse still, her duck is missing. And so is Dandy. But that's just the beginning. She's not here by chance, and neither are the others wandering the moors. No, they've been put here for a reason, and if they can't escape the estate before sunrise, they're never going to.

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A simple case - or it should be. But all clues point to the Toot Hansell Women’s Institute, and Detective Inspector Adams is about to discover there’s much more to the W.I. than just bake sales and jam-making. Alice Martin knows the ladies of the W.I. are not guilty. But she has a bigger problem. Toot Hansell has a large and dragonish secret, and she needs to keep the police well away from it. Beaufort Scales, High Lord of the Cloverly dragons, knows even better than Alice that the modern dragon only survives as long as no one knows they exist.

A call from an old colleague has DI Adams off her patch and out of her depth, dealing with a mysterious new beer that has unexpected side effects. Side effects that are much more dangerous and far-reaching than a simple hangover. Missing brewers. Inexplicable superpowers. Erratic behaviour. And it's not just the punters. Half the police in Yorkshire seem to have fallen under the beer's spell, and she's barely keeping a step ahead of them.

DI Adams fled London to escape bridge-dwelling monsters and magical toasties - a one-time experience she's in no hurry to repeat. She's police, not some cryptid hunter. Leeds has other plans, though. Tasked with the seemingly mundane case of a missing necklace, Adams soon realises she's stumbled into something inexplicable. The trinket is dangerous, and she's the only one who recognises it for what it is - a weapon that could tear the North apart.

I see dead people. And I'm not the only one. They're even on Facebook. The dead are rising, and if we don't stop them before the infection spreads any further, we're going to be knee-deep in the zombie apocalypse before you can say mmm, brains. The only problem is, we don't know why they're rising, who started it, or how to stop them. But G & C London, Private Investigators, are on the case. Just as soon as we get through dealing with disapproving reapers, irate magicians, zombie-fied chickens, and a small internal case of undeadness. Trust us.

I'm not saying the entire magical population of North Yorkshire want us dead. Just the majority. Which is why we fled Leeds to hide out in the dubious safety of the seaside town of Whitby. But lying low isn't really in our skillset, and when one of our few remaining friends is taken by the sea, we can't just walk away. We've got to get her back. Especially as her partner is a reaper with a scythe that can slice through reality, and the whole situation might be a teeny, tiny bit our fault. We're not going after Emma alone, though.

I was hoping for a few days off from dealing with murder charges, bad guys, and the everyday paranormal bizarre. All I wanted was a nice break from all the crazy. And did I get it? No. Of course not. Instead, a new coven comes to town. A coven of witch females who call themselves The Sisters of the Circle, a small, elite group for the upper crust of witch society—according to Dolores. But there's something off about this coven, and I just can't put my finger on it. All the while, my aunts and other witches in town worship the ground they walk on like fangirls. Forget my time off.

"Find Malcolm. His safety is your safety." Threat or promise, I wasn't hanging around to find out. Not when the sorcerer making it had just yanked me out of my skin for a friendly chat. But with scheming magicians, lurking necromancers, and Callum's long-lost family all competing to make my next out of body experience a permanent one, having a sorcerer on our side seems like a pretty good option. There's just one problem. If we want her help, we need to find her dentist. And we've only got one lead. Weres. Mouth-breathing, ravening monsters with too many teeth and no affection for my kind.

Suspicious deaths on the Skipton city council don't sound as though they should have anything at all to do with the Toot Hansell Women's Institute, and DI Adams would rather like to keep it that way. But when the councillor for Toot Hansell becomes the latest victim, Alice Martin, chair of the W.I. and RAF Wing Commander (ret.), steps straight in to take his place.

We hadn't planned a return to Leeds. But our friend Gerry is missing, and we've got to find him. Never mind the fact that anyone who can take out a troll is operating way above our pay grade. It doesn't take long to discover a missing troll is the least of our worries. Leeds has blown straight past dicey and into end times. The necromancers are back, and this time it's not just a few cats they want dead. It's everyone. So if we want any chance of life as we know it to continue, we need to stop them as well as save Gerry. Easy, right?

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DI Adams is not having a good summer. Her house has been hexed. Her parents have just turned up, determined to experience all Yorkshire has to offer. And they're going to get more than they bargained for, because someone else has turned up too. He calls himself Velmyr Duskthorn, Lord of the Fae, and he's demanding a powerful book Adams doesn't have, can't get, and couldn't hand over even if she had it – unless she fancies starting an inter-species war.