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Siriaa has been destroyed at the command of an enraged criminal. The poison infecting that planet has been flung into the universe, landing upon hapless worlds in its path. The Orb has dropped Quin onto another world five years in the future, where she is compelled to seek revenge against Vardil Cayetes, the one responsible for Siriaa's destruction.

>"Reah, this is Commander Aris." Bel moved aside, once we were inside the spacious office, and I received my first look at the outpost Commander. He stared at me for moments as I stood before him. I was so frightened I was afraid I'd burst into tears. He was a lion of a man with thick, shoulder-length, dark gold hair swept back from his forehead. He didn't stand as his rank dictated, otherwise I think he would have dwarfed Bel, whom I thought was quite tall.

Toff's life is in danger - someone from the Green Fae village wants him dead. In fact, the entire Fae community has begun to grumble as Kifirin's judgment looms. With only a few exceptions, the Fae focus their anger (and the blame) on Toff, who fails to understand why everyone now seems to be against him.

Assignments are handed out at the end of every Conclave, and Lissa has been given the assignment to act as Liaison for the ASD (Alliance Security Detail) - the founder and 20 charter members of the Reth Alliance have made that decision. As Lissa says, "you don't show up for the meeting, you get the assignment." She doesn't realize, at first, that the founder intends her position to be hands-on.

Death has come to Le-Ath Veronis. A would-be assassin, aiming at Lissa, kills someone close to her instead. A price has been placed on Lissa's head by Black Mist, an assassin's guild who have been paid by a reassembled Solar Red. Throw in a spin-off religion, betrayal, a misguided kidnapping and the Five-Year Conclave for the Reth Alliance, and you have the seeds of war.

Siriaa, already in its death throes, is further damaged by a ruthless politician and a rogue wizard. Quin needs powerful help to save it.

We belong to the king - those of us with the black roses tattooed on our left wrist, directly over our pulse. As if every beat of our hearts reminds us that we are not our own. All the women with the fire burning within them are culled, tattooed, and taken to the warriors to provide more energy. Energy that the warriors will then use to defeat the barbarians from the ocean of sand. Women with black roses on their wrists are emptied of their power by those warriors, who care not that they die a shrunken husk.

Lissa expected her life as Queen of Le-Ath Veronis to run smoothly. At least for a little while. Reality has a way of intruding on even the most idyllic of circumstances. Complications arise in the form of creatures created by the Ra'Ak: creatures who now seem bent on destroying the universe, one planet at a time.

In or out of the Alliances, sorcerers and necromancers are considered a myth - until a single, shadowy figure brings those myths to life. In or out of the Alliances, nobody is prepared for that.... The BlackWing Pirates, a fleet of space cruisers that form a secret branch of the Alliance Security Detail, discover what a myth-come-to-life is capable of doing when this sinister aberration begins a slow and deliberate attack against the upcoming Joint Alliances Conclave.

Quin is kept busy placing planet-saving spheres on poisoned worlds. A device has been created on an isolated world that can hide anyone or anything from even the most powerful, including the gods. Quin; the spheres; the device - Vardil Cayetes wants all of those things. Who can stop him, now that he is back and stronger than ever?

Wylend Arden, Fifth-level warlock and King of Karathia for more than 20,000 years, had quite a story to tell. "It began like this," he said, his smile slightly crooked as he lifted his cup of wine to me. "I had an older brother, born to one of my father's legitimate mates. His name was Wellend and he was heir to the Karathian throne. On his 16th birthday, my father gifted him with the Heir's Ring, as was proper." After thousands of years, Wylend's niece and nephew are making a bid for the Karathian throne.

After his escape from Earth in the past, D'slay appears in the Reth Alliance - in the future. Zaria can only follow D'slay's trail of crimes; something - or someone - prevents her from finding him. Is D'slay the real villain, or is he only a distraction for other, more sinister plans? When it becomes apparent that important hub worlds are in danger, Lissa, Reah, Zaria, and many others must form a blood alliance to combat the coming chaos. Will their efforts prove effective, or has the plot against them been laid too well?

Parke Worth: Murders, unexplained fires, Industrial espionage and walking myths meant my first days as Chancellor of everything paranormal were packed and stressful. Cassie King-Worth: A rushed marriage, a forced trip back to an Alabama law school and the wakening of a terrible race long thought dead meant my first days as a married elemental demon were full and terrifying.

Tears of flame dripped down my cheeks - tears for Kory and me. The fire net burned my hands whenever I touched it, but I couldn't let it harm him any more than it already had. Kory's wings, with burn-holes between ribs, beat to help me get the net off him. Kory screamed as the net sunk farther into sections of his back - it was designed to burn flesh until it had completely passed through its victim. I shook my hands to rid myself of the wad of net I held and reached for the part that was burning Kory so badly.

Lissa, Winkler, Zaria, and Breanne are forced into the past to protect the timeline from rogue gods. What seems a simple task at first turns far more sinister and deadly when the rogues' true goals are discovered. The rogues' objective? To reverse the outcome of the God Wars in their favor.