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As Darius consumes her body and soul, her secrets grow from within. If he discovers this well-hidden gem, will Dalia survive his wrath? Will Kaine ever locate her with the reward? Will he maintain enough of her blood to multiply the cure for his father? As Dalia becomes Darius's obsession will she grow to love him back? Will she finally... hoof it?

There she lay in all her glory...it was her: Dalia from the Wild. As she lay upon the manicured turf eating a fresh peach under a heavy tree, my mouth salivated as she sexily consumed her delicacy.

Idina Moorfield’s elemental magic has changed. The problem may be spreading. Now, it’s affecting Hellion Squadron and the monsters they face. But how does Idina’s team do their job when magic keeps changing all the rules before they can learn them? Hellion’s missions can’t pause just because Bravo Team’s abilities are causing a little more havoc than normal. They’ll have to improvise, work together, and cover each other’s backs until Uncle Richard’s deadly research provides either an explanation or something they can use. If it ever does.

In a village on the edge of the Frontier, D is among the warriors and mercenaries hired to defend the village from the Black Death, a notorious bandit gang. But the bandits don't arrive, and the village mayor dismisses the mercenaries. As D leaves the scene, he’s struck by "sunlight syndrome"—the deadly ailment unique to dhampirs!

Ingway is a being of many names: Death God, Reaper, Ferryman, He-Who-Comes-When-The-Last-Sigh-Leaves. He is a figure of terror and mystery, riding through shadows, leading the dead to the halls of judgment. Ominous and cold, even to his fellow gods. Join this strange and soft-voiced god, this being with the wrath of the universe bound in his aching soul, as he drifts closer and closer to the edge of rebellion, as he lingers longer among the souls he is meant only to reap, as he draws closer to the goddess Mercy and learns--to love.

Mortals fall, Ascended rise, and Gods consume. The planar energy crisis is now fact; proof written into the very air of the Nexusplane. For the first time in immeasurable history, the eternally luminescent Realm of the Gods knows night. Everything has changed…The Council continues to operate as it doesn’t; with seemingly no consideration to those outside itself. Within its labyrinth of bureaucracy, officials and agents play their petty games. Not even they can tell if their actions bear any relevance to the imminent threat.

There’s no such thing as Vampires… right? That’s what Jake’s good friend Ariana thought. So why did somebody drop a body covered with bites at the hospital where she works? And why is she being followed by creepy dudes? Jake wants answers, and he’s going to get them no matter the cost. He’s also going to learn that, “We do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.” Will Jake Muller take up a sword in this spiritual battle?