Resultado Editorial "Tantor Media" em Terror

I should have just kept ignoring my phone. Just like I've been doing for the last couple months. It's been a concerted effort, since my investigation skills are in demand after a string of high-profile cases. But I haven't been interested in more business. I've been more focused on other things. Too bad Serena Adams doesn't care what I want. Hell, she doesn't even want to hire me. She just wants me to know that three bodies are going to drop today. And that after the tally hits three . . . I'm next.

Azure and his companions face their greatest challenge yet as they're put through Luuq's Fun House. Looking in a magic mirror, many are surprised by what they see. Separated and forced to endure personal trials of their own will be less harrowing than what happens when they're brought back together. And Azure discovers that no party ever meets the God of Death without paying the ultimate price.

The Great Seer makes her move. As Evurn moves to retake Eliadel, a greater enemy reveals itself. Aeveam is learning the secret to her own lineage and hidden power that was suppressed. A twisted zeal grows within her. Now, Kealin and Trugno work with the paladin Elwynn and the Order of Iruda to attempt to cut off the Great Seer's ties to demonic energies and blood magic. But Kealin has been drifting into the repository of knowledge known as the Book of Urakel, an ancient tome with a personality of its own . . . who is this unseen hand that scribes such dark revelations?

Hell has come to the world and the three sons of Darkness have ordered their demon underlings to rise up from the underworld and reek havoc across Dominion. A terrible plague is spreading throughout the land and thousands of lives are being ripped away. This is all part of the Demons' twisted plan. Their goal? To annihilate all Magical life, until only the demons remain. Only Amira has the power to stop the all powerful demon trio.

So I just got a call. Apparently my mom—yes, the same one who just came cannonballing back into my life a few weeks ago after ten years without a word—might have killed someone. A self-help guru. You know, one of those guys promising to SHIFT your life into overdrive with his magical secrets. "Shift" because those secrets come from a long lineage of shifters. Yeah, I don't get it either. Then again, I wasn't one of his loyal disciples, so I never paid much attention to his corny late night ads.

From the author of the viral sensation Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke comes They Were Here Before Us, a novella written in pieces, designed to be consumed as a single cohesive work. The only thing more brutal than nature is love.

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

Scientist Dizzie Drexler is on the mission of a lifetime: exploring a strange planet named Sik-Tar, in the company of a mysterious alien crew. The dig looks like a dud, until they stumble across an ancient spaceship, filled with arcane tech. What could possibly go wrong . . . ? Everything: opening the spaceship activates an unimaginable horror: a form of ravenous mold which possesses the skeletons that litter the spaceship with the desire to kill, spread, and consume every living thing.

Jael Hawkins is a troublesome girl. Everyone says so. When yet another relative tires of her, she is banished to Moon Hollow with the family's other black sheep. There, her aunt and uncle make her feel welcome for the first time, and she meets the intriguing Sebastian Westwood, in whom she senses a kindred spirit. But something is not right at Moon Hollow. Wails echo in the corridors at night, and a ghostly figure roams the riverbank in the moonlight.

Emmy Davis, the world's most famous fox shifter, went missing two years ago. And I've just been hired to find her. If only things were that simple. The cops have no leads. Other PIs haven't fared any better. The trail is colder than an arctic winter. And to make matters worse, a mysterious creature from Javy Diaz's past has taken an alarming interest in the case. But all that might be the least of my problems. Because you know everything you've heard about the pitfalls of social media? Yeah. Turns out it's worse than that.

Lauren Stafford, a traumatized divorcee, decides to rent a cottage on the edge of a beautiful ancestral estate in the Welsh Marches. But from the very first day of arrival she instinctively knows there's something terribly wrong here—something malevolent and ancient—a feeling the whole place is trapped in a time warp. She really ought to leave. But the pull of the lake is too strong, its dark magic so powerful it crosses over into dreams . . . turning them into nightmares. What lies beneath its still black surface? And why can't Lauren drag herself away? Why her? And why now?

Land-ho! Clyde and co. have finally—finally—made it to the City of Darkness. Which turns out to actually exist! One small problem though. Anyone and anything that sets foot on the island immediately disappears. Ceases to exist. Poof. To complete the quest, Clyde needs to figure out how to actually enter the city and steal the crown jewels . . . without getting stuck in the town forever. It's a foreboding, dark place (obviously), where corruption is rampant. And maybe worse: the game rules Clyde's gotten so good at bending to his will? They don't seem to apply.

Kate agrees to an arranged marriage with the mysterious Thomas Westwood to save her family's estate, but not everyone welcomes her at Wishwood, her husband's crumbling manor. The family members talk about a curse, lights move through the ruins at night, and Kate's maid won't spend the night in the house. Thomas is hiding something from Kate as well, but as she grows closer to him, a series of accidents makes her suspect that someone is willing to kill to keep Wishwood's secrets buried in the past.

Each precious thing I show you in this book is a holy relic from the night we both perished—the night when I combed you from my hair and watered the moon with your blood.

In this debut collection of body-horror fairy tales and mid-apocalyptic Catholic cyberpunk, memory and myth, loss and age, these are the tools of storyteller Jarboe, a talent in the field of queer fabulism. Bodily autonomy and transformation, the importance of negative emotions, unhealthy relationships, and bad situations amidst the staggering and urgent question of how build and nurture meaning, love, and safety in a larger world/society that might not be "fixable."

Peel back that rotting skin and behold the improbable creatures, nightmarish places, and horrifying events that lie waiting just beyond everyday experience. Witness the terror of a man stalked for decades by entities from across the void. Feel the agony of an unholy union between technology and flesh. Know the decay of our reality as it collapses into a darker plane. Our deepest fears are mere shadows on the wall. Find out what casts those shadows in this collection of short stories by Felix Blackwell and Colin J. Northwood.

In a world reeling from an unusual plague, monsters lurk in the streets while terrified survivors arm themselves and roam the countryside in packs. Or perhaps something very different is happening. When a disease affects how reality is perceived, it's hard to be certain of anything . . . Spence is one of the "cured" living at the Ironside rehabilitation facility. Haunted by guilt, he refuses to face the changed world until a new inmate challenges him to help her find her old crew. But if he can't tell the truth from the lies, how will he know if he has earned the redemption he dreams of?

Times are hard. Anne Chatham is a clever, modest young woman with little money, no prospects for marriage, and a never-shared secret—she can see spirits. Anne finds employment as a typist at Northfield House, the grand country manor of the Wellington family. Her employer, the wheelchair-bound Mr. Wellington, is kindly. His haughty wife is not. He has two handsome sons, the wry and dashing Thomas and the dark and somber Owen. Anne feels sure her prayers have been heard. Until the terrifying night she stumbles upon a tortured spirit roaming the dark halls of Northfield.

When Fernanda, Annelise, and their friends from the Delta Bilingual Academy convene after school, Annelise leads them in thrilling but increasingly dangerous rituals to a rhinestoned, Dior-scented, drag-queen god of her own invention. Even more perilous is the secret Annelise and Fernanda share, rooted in a dare in which violence meets love. Meanwhile, their literature teacher Miss Clara, who is obsessed with imitating her dead mother, struggles to preserve her deteriorating sanity. Each day she edges nearer to a total break with reality.

Half-bloods with Thierry's skill set are given two options. They can join the conclave's marshal program, or they can pack their bags. Turn down the job offer, and you've just shredded your residency pass for the mortal realm and booked yourself a one-way ticket to Faerie. Texas is the only home Thierry has ever known, and she's not going anywhere. Even if it means following in her notorious father's footsteps as a peacekeeper. But pinning on the badge opens her eyes to the fact sometimes fae need protection too, and that sometimes humans are the real monsters.