Ergebnis für "Little Deaths" in Märchen

ONCE UPON A TIME LIKE YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE . . . DI Lyla Rondell is on the case of a lifetime. Tasked with investigating a series of perplexing deaths, the only lead she has is that each appears to be based on a different classic fairy tale. Far from the stuff of bedtime stories, the...

In the winter of 1732, the town of Weslova has learnt with horror that the dead do not always remain buried. For four years, Floriane has lived quietly, running her beautiful confectionary shop and taking care of her equally beautiful cat, Biskittello. The exquisite cordials and comfits she...

David Binder is a young, successful writer living in Chicago and suffering from writer's block. He stares at the blank page, and the blank page stares back - until inspiration strikes in the form of a ghost story that captivated him as a child. With his pregnant wife and young daughter in tow, he sets out to explore the myth of Virginia Beale, Faery Queen of the Haunted Dell.

Mermaids. Monsters. Magic. But this story is no fairy tale . . . Kilmara, Scotland. 1725. For fifty years, Iris has accepted the curse that blighted her life. By night, she is a heartbroken woman, destined to walk the misty shores of Kilmara without growing older. By day, she is Moireach, a...

In this dark and sultry romantasy a mermaid battles hatred—and lust—for the wretched warlock who saved her life. Mermaid Zephyra of the Syl dreams of freedom. On the run from a dangerous captor and years of abuse, she’s shed her tail, grown legs, and hidden herself on land in the...

“Keenly observant and wryly funny. . . . A vital, utterly unexpected novel, Villain Hitting for Vicious Little Nobodies is a fresh and riotous gift of fiction.” —Quill & Quire, *STARRED REVIEW!* A young woman signs her life away in the ancient Chinese tradition of corpse marriage in this...

The day you get married, is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Dreams are made of such things. But I forgot. I could blame the witch if I wanted to – in fact I did, for quite a while after – but the fault can only lie with me. Being with him made me so happy – so very, very happy – that I chose to forget. I chose amnesia. If I had had any foresight into how my flippant choice would ruin him, I would have saved him the heartbreak. I would have forfeited my knowing him, my own selfishness, lived forever in the pain of unfulfillment, if it meant he could be spared....