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Well, if it isn't my favorite bald monkey, my most intrepid Legionnaire—Caesar! Ha, I see you've got yourself into a pickle as usual. What's that? You say you've had enough of thugs, nobles, and laws? Then why not take your mind off things with a little mission and earn us both some credits...

War rages between two kingdoms, a conflict that will determine the fate of multiple worlds, yet for the Path of Ascension such a battlefield represents nothing but opportunity.

In the polluted, sprawling hive cities of Necromunda, life is short. From the decadent heights of the Spire to the murderous deeps of the underhive, those on the climb must be bold and brutal, or face a violent end. When the barbarous Fettnir, Goliath overlord of the Chemfall Butchers, turns his attention to Escher territory, the result is nothing short of a massacre. Brielle of the Wild Hydras escapes the slaughter and is cast into the deepest levels of the underhive.

Niemand hat sie je ernst genommen. Sie waren die Aufgetauten. Entbehrlich, Wegwerfware. Doch wie das Schicksal so spielte, hatten sie ihre ‚Eigentümer‘ überlebt. Einige machten sich auf, um die unwirtliche Zukunft zu meistern, in der sie sich befanden. Einer nach dem anderen wagte sich hinaus und verschwand. Andere versteckten sich, um nicht gefasst zu werden, was das Unvermeidliche nur hinauszögerte.

Not long ago, NSLICE-00P—short for Non-Standard Leashed-Intelligence Cybernetic Enforcer—performed her job with cold, calculated, merciless obedience. When she was ordered to destroy something, it got seriously destroyed. Unfortunately, that led her to take out her own creator before he created her, casting the cyborg out of her reality and into a world of magic, levels, and skills, with her very own dungeon core and no one to tell her what to do. As it turned out, fate put NSLICE-00P in the right place at the right time: she's become a legit heroine in this new existence.

Catherine “Cat” LeBlanc has only been a samurai for a week, tackling trials by fire as they erupt with guts, grit, and a lot of explosives. As a warrior-still-in-training, her unorthodox and spontaneous fighting style has saved many lives. Now, with New Montreal recruiting soldiers for war, Cat will be on the frontlines with fellow samurai like pyrotechnic nun Gomorrah; buggy, trigger-happy Grasshopper; and goth public relations specialist Emoscythe Mordeath Noir.

Kaiden Jericho absolviert einen weiteren Test.Diesmal mit seinen Freunden, aber irgendetwas stimmt da nicht. Es scheint nicht alles in Ordnung zu sein und niemand hat Gin Sonny gefunden … bis jetzt. Gin muß sich gegen alle und jeden behaupten, die ihn geschlagen haben. Er braucht ein neues Gerät, um eines der Opfer, die ihm entkommen sind, aufzuspüren und zu vernichten. Wird irgendjemand merken, dass Gin die Erde noch nicht verlassen hat? Wird Kaiden verstehen, was an diesem Test, den er durchmacht, anders ist?

Death is the first step on Jerry's path to ultimate power. Ostracized by his fellow villagers, hunted by bandits, and watched by the Royal Guard's least elite squad, Jerry is called to balance creating a lovely home with practicing his craft and unleashing death and destruction on his enemies. Unfortunately, taking it slow is not an option. Wizard supremacists tour the Kingdom, Archmages enact devious plans, and the world needs Jerry more than his village does. Adventure calls—death is overrated, anyway.

"Power is given to those who are willing to accept responsibility." My village expands, my men master martial arts, and my magic grows ever stronger. But my enemies are also hard at work—an interrogator spreading false accusations, a monster hunting down the innocent, and a highborn countess...

The manhunt has officially begun. Now the target of a game-wide Holy War, Ned is forced to flee the Onyx Sands. The odds are stacked against him; Tyrann has tens of thousands of followers, a religion that’s spreading like wildfire, and a powerful god that will be stepping into the world of EBO in a matter of days. Meanwhile, Ned’s allies are a squirrel-exploding bard, a repurposed home security system who takes her instructions far too literally, and a wildly unreliable talking axe named Frank. But even as the inevitable conflict draws closer, change is coming to EBO.

Urmag’Tal’s Puzzle is slated to open for the first time in 100 years, and considering his connection with it, Thorn can’t afford to be absent. Heading to the Temple of Man will throw him into the whirlpool of political intrigue that dominates the city of the Saints. Even as Thorn seeks to build alliances, he finds himself gaining enemies as the forces of the Council of Gods conspire against him.

Das Spiel ist in Aufruhr. Alle Kräfte und Ressourcen der Spieler werden in die Vorbereitung auf den Neustart investiert: Nur 20 Prozent der Spieler werden es in die nächste Ära schaffen. Morde sind an der Tagesordnung, Bestechung und Vetternwirtschaft sind auf dem absoluten Höhepunkt. Verrat wird zu einem festen Bestandteil des täglichen Miteinanders. Das Spiel hat seinen perfiden Einfluss bis in die entlegensten Winkel des Universums ausgebreitet und beeinflusst jedes bewusste Wesen. Wird der Dunkle Richter das richtige Urteil fällen?

Riley's real-life took a nosedive after her confrontation with Alex. The girls at school torment her and she feels powerless to do anything about it. At the same time, Jason has mysteriously disappeared, sending only a terse cryptic message to Riley and Frank. With some time on her hands and with her frustration with her real-life reaching a breaking point, Riley decides to strike off on her own in-game. Her goal is to investigate the quest related to the strange bow she discovered in the dungeon north of Peccavi.

NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY THE GUARDIAN Hakan Veil is an ex-corporate enforcer equipped with military-grade body tech that's made him a human killing machine. His former employers have abandoned him on a turbulent Mars where Earth-based overlords battle for profits and power amid...

Aeon and the Valthorns expand their reach to the neighboring worlds. They meet new people, new friends, new enemies, and encounter unusual races and creatures, and along the way, they accumulate more power, and build up their war potential.

Steward is a clone, a beta. His memories are 15 years old, because his alpha never did have a brain-scan update. And in those 15 years, the entire world has changed. An alien race known as The Powers has established relations with humanity, and the Orbital Policorp that held his allegiance has collapsed.

My job, when you think about it, isn’t so different from a lot of people’s. The more old-fashioned crowd do still get hung up on the "killing people" part of it, I guess, but that’s a them problem: it’s been perfectly legal to take out lifers for ages. Besides, once ultrawealthy morons realized they had a way to live forever—limited resources be damned—there was only ever going to be one genuinely practical deterrent.

Jede Geschichte hat eine dunkle Seite.Nachdem sie die wahre Identität des Brokers erfahren hat, kämpft Nephilim mit widersprüchlichen Erinnerungsblitzen aus ihrer Vergangenheit. Mit Schrecken stellt sie fest, dass Metatron ihr Gedächtnis gelöscht hat.

"Hiermit ergeht folgender Befehl: - Verbindung der Militär-Orbitale entsprechend des Himmelsangriffsplans. - Start eines synchronisierten Angriffs auf den Schwarzen Mond, sobald dieser in Reichweite kommt. - Völlige Entleerung der Absolute-Reaktoren sämtlicher Raketen zur Sicherstellung des Vernichtungsvorgangs." Als Grey mit einer Armee neuer Verbündeter zurückkehrte, war die Legion besiegt. Viele Inkarnatoren hatten den Heldentod erlitten, und die Stadt stand kurz vor der völligen Zerstörung.

Angus Bjornson only ever wanted to do one thing: to continue crafting exquisite weapons and pieces of armor for his loyal customers. Unfortunately, after one accident too many that leaves the old blacksmith completely disabled, it would seem he has no other choice but to hang up his hammer. However, that would be underestimating the stubbornness of the self-made man.