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The Graxis Wardens, Galanar, Elaria and Tarkov are, heading for the planet Velyshaa, where ultimate knowledge, victory or defeat awaits them. But the Dalek Supreme's forces are in pursuit. They have superior numbers, firepower and technology. And the largest Dalek army history has ever known is being created. How will history remember these final days on Velyshaa?

Galanar and Elaria have discovered that they were transformed into genetically augmented warriors over 2,000 years ago. The Alternative Daleks responsible have long departed. Galanar and Elaria also know that they were created to destroy the Daleks forever.... But how can they do that when they are facing a Dalek execution squad? The Graxis Wardens have penetrated deep into Dalek territory, without a hope of victory. Meanwhile, Kaymee uncovers the truth about the Daleks and the NFS Plague....

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night. So kissing? Yeah, that won’t happen again. Nope.

Run, run, run! They're chasing me, even into my dreams. And when I awake, I see him. Striking blue eyes with a hint of the devil inside. He's my savior and my worst nightmare combined. Because he owns me. He found me. He saved me. But I don't want to be owned. I want to be free. Even if it kills me.

Death courts Astasiya Davenport at every turn. Dark fates lurk in the shadows of the night. And a prophecy looms unbidden on the horizon. With her future in shambles, she leans on Issac Wakefield for his love and support. They crave just one more moment together, one more night, until a massacre destroys everything in their path. Will their relationship perish in the embers of destruction, or will love persevere? Kingdoms will fall. New powers will emerge. And a Seraphim will rise from the ashes of despair.

The city is ripe with crime, and the freshly dead need help solving their murders. Evelyn is a reluctant medium who channels the dead through her art. Leo is a skeptical homicide detective who believes in evidence, facts, and witness testimonies—when the information comes from the living, not the dead. When a ghost feeds Evelyn clues about a string of unsolved murders, she teams up with Leo to track down the serial killer.

Rae: Blood Day - the culmination of my training. The day I find out my fate. I will not cry. I will not beg. I will remain calm. Emotions are for the weak, and I am not weak. My name is Rae and I will survive this. But I never expected him to call my name. Kylan: Someone wants to frame me for immortal insanity? Be my guest, darling. I'll just pick a fighter as my bait, a consort with a hint of defiance. And when the culprit attempts to bite, I'll be the one who bites back. Because no one touches what's mine, including the fiery redhead at my side.

Juliet: It is my duty to obey, to give my body and blood to a vampire master until he no longer has use for me. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Follow the rules or die. I don't want to die. Darius: Twenty-two years of conditioning has crafted the perfect poison-a weapon my enemies won't see coming. I'll break her, train her, and use her to take down everyone who stands in my way. She's alluring. She's perfect. And she's mine.

Once upon a time, humankind ruled the world while lycans and vampires lived in secret. This is no longer that time. Welcome to the Clemente Clan. Be careful. We bite.

The healthy Christian life is one of continuing spiritual, emotional, and relational growth. But so many of us feel stuck or stagnated at one stage of the journey. It's not always clear to us where or why we are stuck, making it difficult to take the next step on our journey of the soul. That's where Bill and Kristi Gaultiere come in. After decades in private practice as counselors and therapists, they have developed a unique model for growing in grace.

Psychiatrist Andrew Marlowe has a perfectly ordered life--solitary, perhaps, but full of devotion to his profession and the painting hobby he loves. This order is destroyed when renowned painter Robert Oliver attacks a canvas in the National Gallery of Art and becomes his patient. In response, Marlowe finds himself going beyond his own legal and ethical boundaries to understand the secret that torments this genius, a journey that will lead him into the lives of the women closest to Robert Oliver.

Welcome to the Midnight Fae world. It’s bloody. Dark. And led by an ancient vampire who needs to die. My days as a pawn in this war are over. I’m taking over as queen on this board, and in my version of the game, everyone bows to the queen. Even Constantine Nacht. He thinks he’s clever by roping me into these ascension trials, all meant to kill me and my mates. But I’m going to prove him wrong. We’re stronger than he thinks. And we’re going to make him bleed. Earth Fae are all about life. Midnight Fae prefer death. I’m a mixture of both.

Shade swears he's innocent. Zeph promises that what he did was for my own best interest. Meanwhile, Kols isn't apologetic in the slightest, his cocky arrogance claiming fate intervened at just the right moment. I hate them all. Crave them, too. And now I have to work with them to solve a millennia-old secret, one that involves my true heritage.

Welcome to Midnight Fae Academy. Home of the Dark Arts. Vampires. And cruelly handsome fae. A forbidden bite led to my capture and recruitment. There are no flowers here. No life. Only death. I’m an Earth Fae who doesn’t belong here. They can play their little mind games all they want, but I'm going to find a way back to my elemental world. Even if it kills me. Except, Headmaster Zephyrus is one step ahead of my every move.

My "true love" conspired with my stepmother to have me killed and stole my throne. But they failed. I've been in hiding and refining my vengeance. I'm no longer the damsel they mistook me for once upon a time. I'm coming for them. And my kingdom, too. Who needs dwarves when you have wolves? Who needs blades when you have arrows? My name used to be Snow. Now they call me the Winter's Arrow. Because I'm here to destroy them all.

This is the story of one remarkable young woman's unimaginable journey through the rise of the Nazi regime, the Second World War, and the aftermath. Mania Lichtenstein’s dramatic story of survival is narrated by her granddaughter and her memories are interwoven with beautiful passages of poetry and personal reflection. Living Among the Dead reminds us of the beautiful communities that existed before WWII, the lives lost and those that lived on, and the importance to never forget these stories so that history does not repeat itself.