Resultado Editorial "Tantor Media" em Fantasia Sombria

A lot of strange things have happened to Azaria since she'd awoken to find herself a dungeon core. Going back in time will hopefully top the cake. With a better understanding of what awaits the Earth, Azaria decides to take things into her own hands to prevent the cruel fate. She just has to recruit some allies that want the same thing. It is a good thing the gods have made plenty of messes that they haven't cleaned up all over the universe.

Savage. Reckless. Wild. These are only some of the words used to describe me. I'm all of those things, and I never wished to be anything else in almost 500 years of existence. Then she came along. Aurora Leal, the daughter of the High Witch and destined for that role. She's practically royalty in the magical world, but most importantly, she's forbidden fruit.

Up until now, Montana's journey really only went one direction: up. But now he's back at square one, stuck on top of a mountain with only the most basic gear to help get him back to Coggeshall. It's going to be a long walk. But not a boring one.

I was five when the dragons first appeared...and the lights went out for good. Now, 18 years after the cataclysmic appearance of the four great dragons over Mount Fuji, humanity shares a shattered Earth with the Fey - fairies, elves, and other supernatural creatures. Trust is short, magic is common, and each day is a struggle for survival in the Awakened World of 2053. I'm Angie Ritter, a former army mage who can't cast spells anymore. I have some issues. I'm working on them.

After a thousand years, the Eternal Enemy has breached the Great Walls, devastating great swathes of the City. Thousands lie dead, while the survivors huddle behind the old and decaying walls of the inner defenses. With the greenhides on one side, and the corrupt and cruel regime of the ruling Gods on the other, the people of the City await their end. All that stands in the way is a disgraced Champion, a tortured God, and two Mortals from a forgotten legend.

I thought I had grown powerful enough. I thought I'd managed to tame all my enemies. But as the saying goes, there's always a bigger fish. And that means I no longer have a choice. I have to risk everything I've accomplished until now. Because I'm no longer a low-status loser, and I will not accept anything less than total victory. It's either that or death. Look out world. Here I come.

A month has passed since Oberon and Alessa defeated the Expedition forces sent against them by the Lordships. Their power has grown to the extent that the desert can provide. Ever frustrated by the level system of the world, he decides it's time to take a bigger piece of the pie. Marshaling his new forces, he heads into the continent. Mayhem is marching; may the gods have pity on anyone standing in his way.

After shattering his soul during a spell, Lazarus has just six days to find the pieces and put them back together. Not an easy task when every reaper in the underworld is gunning to claim his soul, including the reaper king, Thanatos. To reclaim the lost fragments of his soul, he'll have to face old enemies, travel to Faerie to battle his most fearsome foe yet, and acquire a vast sum of sugary snack cakes. If he fails, more than his own life is on the line. Mask is amassing an army to retake Earth and snuff out all life forever.

We join Montana, recently returned from an impromptu study abroad trip, a bit wiser, a bit broader in perspective, and a lot freaked out by the once-dead person who's currently in his bedroom. Possible zombie sightings aside, he's finally ready to take his job as Duke seriously. And just in time too - not only are the politics of the capital rapidly closing in on Montana's little valley holding, but there are also goblins to negotiate with. Plus, that cult threatening to take the lives of his citizens.

If the Knights Magica want a war, I'm willing to give them one. I damned my soul long ago. What I do from this point forward is about redemption. If I burn in Hell because of fighting for others, for shouldering their sins, so be it. The Knights are powerful, and they have taken control of the Universal Church. All across the world, the Knights find themselves in conflict with other paranormals and supernaturals. Human governments scramble to cope with the new reality of magic.

Regan's power grows daily, much to the worry of the ones who are of aware of him. With the influence of Nyx growing like a fire in a dry bed of grass, Regan is attracting more than a little attention from powers that might be beyond him. Never one to back down from a challenge, he might be more than his enemies anticipate. Louella feels like she's living out one of the plays she saw back in the capital. Her private life is a mess, and her lordship is being hounded by more than one person who would like to take her place, in more ways than one.

A noble wants revenge, and Skharr DeathEater has upset at least one noble willing to pay a high price to kill him. Painfully. Skharr is living in an inn, having spent a large sum of money on a weapon - one he never intends to use. Now, for reasons that have everything to do with trusting the wisdom of another, Skharr has decided to take a gamble on another dungeon. It appears once a year, and every year, the hundreds who enter die.

If anyone with a crystal ball and a halfway decent deck of Tarot cards ever predicted I'd be sharing a gorgeous house with four insanely hot mages and the best witch-sisters a girl could ask for, I would've called it a dream. The reality is a nightmare. The mages and witches in this house? We're fugitives, forced into hiding by magickal fanatics bent on stealing our power and burning the world to the ground.

After her life nearly fell apart, Brygida finally knows her place: away from the village, with her mothers, healing the slumbering wood to keep the nightmares at bay. Her family grimoire warns that the wood may never be allowed to wake, and she claims that duty for her own. Her mind does turn to the new lord of Rubin, but wishing for more almost lost her everything, and she's not about to lose her witchlands to its nightmares caused by the villagers. That is, until the dreaded cult arrives...

A woman, returning to her roots. A town, built on sacred land. A secret, cloaked in tradition and lore. Welcome to White Pines. Don't get too comfortable. The new cosmic-folk-Celtic-cult-fantasy-horror novel from Gemma Amor, the Bram Stoker Award-nominated author of Dear Laura and Cruel Works of Nature, is available now.

King Henry is dead; Richard the Lionheart now rules England. The new king does not believe in magic, and is interested only in a crusade to recapture Jerusalem. But his crusade soon stalls, and while he is away, his brother, John, and his supposed ally, Philip of France, are conspiring to steal his kingdom. Richard's mother, Queen Eleanor, sends Sir Durwin, Enchanter General of England, out to Palestine, where he must convince the skeptical king that a loyal magician can be a valuable aide. Meanwhile, King Philip has turned all of Europe into a trap for Richard.

The assassination attempt on my husband failed when his mage used dark magic to bring him back to life. King Milas is now an even bigger monster, determined to destroy Periculi and the men I love. My brother, whom I believed to be dead, is alive, and he has taken Quin and me against our will to Fae Kingdom. He thinks we'll be safe with my grandfather, the Fae King. He's wrong.

I'm not the bad guy. I'm just tired of being the low-status nobody everyone treats like shit, and I've finally found a way to even the score. But bonding with an ancient, powerful demon is just the first step. After centuries of inactivity, that demon is at a low ebb. Turns out, my demon is an Incubus. Guess how he powers back up? That's right. By seducing women, as many as he can get.

Born into slavery, Mai's horizons are limited to one simple desire: to catch the eye of a handsome mate. She dares not dream for more, for like all humans, she's been taught from birth that her life belongs to the orcs, her destiny to serve.

John Taylor works in the Nightside—the gaudy, neon noir, secret heart of London, where it's always three in the morning, where gods and monsters make deals and seek pleasures they won't find anywhere else. He has a gift for finding things. And sometimes what he's hired to locate can be very, very dangerous indeed.