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Fino a quando un oracolo non mi ha predetto il futuro, non avrei mai immaginato di potermi distaccare dalla mia reputazione. Dopotutto, sono una mezzosangue priva di magia, amata dalle bestie ma detestata da ogni Fae purosangue. Beh, tutti tranne uno. Dante Regio, principe di Luce, possiede il mio cuore da quando mi ha rubato il primo bacio. Per aiutarlo a destituire Marco Regio, l’attuale sovrano, e salire al trono con me al suo fianco, devo ritrovare cinque corvi di ferro e restituirgli la libertà. Se solo l’oracolo mi avesse avvertita del demone che avrei liberato.

There were three things I was certain about. I would never commit murder. I would never strike another bargain. I would never spurn the man I loved to marry the man I loathed. But I murdered, I bargained, and then… I married.

I wasn’t the sort of girl who believed in fairytales, let alone tales about faeries. But that changed the day Faeries came to my small town and Hunters rose from their graves. On that fateful day, I received a book, a peculiar collection of myths and legends. Turns out it was so much more than stories. And just as I was on the verge of unlocking its secrets, it was stolen from me by someone I called a friend. Now, I don’t know who to turn to, who to trust. All I know is that there are two sides, and I am straddling the great divide because I am both Faerie and Hunter.

When my father, the King of Neverra, forced my hand into the Cauldron to cement a political alliance with the Farrows, I thought my night couldn’t get any worse. But lo and behold, it did. On top of being engaged to Remo Farrow, the rudest fae in my kingdom, I now have to repay a bargain I struck to get out of trouble. A bargain that sends me hurtling into a world of trouble. A world I didn’t even know existed, unwelcoming and wicked, and forever changing; a world where my powers—all of them—fail me.

I was locked out of Neverra—a death sentence for faeries born on the isle. Unless I found a way back home, the fire in my veins would extinguish, and with it, my life. That was how I ended up stuck on Earth, with for only companion, a grumpy hunter who hated me for what I was and what I'd done. If I'd known marking him would carry my voice into his mind, I would've kept my magic to myself. No… that wasn't true. I would've marked him sooner. After all, I was mute, so no one had ever heard my voice, until him.

Staying away from my lakeside hometown was the plan, but Mom died suddenly. Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient Native American graves in our backyard. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. As we made preparations for her burial, unnervingly odd and beautiful newcomers poured into my small town. A coroner with emerald eyes and black hair, much too young for the job. An arrogant blond socialite, who lived to get under my skin. And a tattooed Native man, who wasn’t supposed to be alive.

Ich werde Königin von Luce werden ... oder bei dem Versuch sterben. Es gibt wenige Menschen, die ich mehr verabscheue als Dante Regio. Doch meine Tante Bronwen, mein Großvater Justus und meine Schabbat-Großmutter Meriam stehen direkt neben dem Feenmonarchen auf meiner Liste der verabscheuungswürdigen Wesen. Vor allem, nachdem sie dem Herrscher der Feen bei meiner Entführung geholfen haben. Eingesperrt in einer schwarzen Unterwelt, die keine Krähe erreichen kann, nicht einmal ihr König, erfahre ich bald, dass die Dinge nicht so sind, wie sie scheinen.

Naya est une jeune Plumable parfaite sous tous rapports. Adam, lui, un jeune ange arrogant qui défie les règles. Ils sont nés le même jour et leurs plumes à tous deux sont noires. Tout les oppose, bien que leurs âmes aient été liées bien avant leur naissance. Mais ils ne le savent pas encore... " Fait Angélique numéro 100 : Avoir des ailes ne rend pas noble, cela permet simplement de voler. " Naya et Adam ont en commun des ailes noires, le même jour d'anniversaire et des pères aussi proches que des frères. Mais rien d'autre. Elle est la fille adorée d'un archange.

TWICE UPON A TIME, A PRINCESS FELL IN LOVE WITH A BEAST.I was reborn with no memory of my previous life and no powers, save for transforming into an aberration most wish eliminated. Among the few who don't wish me dead are the Shabbin Queen, the rulers of Luce, and Cathal Báeinach—Fallon’s father and my self-appointed sentry. Despite my best efforts, I cannot understand why the Crow King’s boorish general has decided to guard me, a woman he can barely stand to look at. I may lack education and be physically unpleasing, but do I deserve such scorn?

Les sorcières sont parmi nous. Dans l'ombre, elles nous protègent de dangers que nous, simples mortels, pouvons à peine imaginer. Et cela dure depuis des siècles. Pourtant, le plus grand péril viendra de l'intérieur, de leur cercle même, le Royal Coven. Car un jeune sorcier aux capacités extraordinaires a été capturé par les autorités et semble menacer l'existence du cercle. Niamh, Ciara, Helena, Leonie et Elle, amies depuis l'enfance et puissantes sorcières, sauront-elles empêcher le monde de sombrer ? La vie d'une sorcière moderne n'a jamais été simple... mais elle est sur le point de devenir apocalyptique.

Mein Wunsch, auf dem Thron von Luce zu sitzen, veranlasste mich, einen alten, geflügelten Monarchen wiederzubeleben. Einen, den ich für einen Freund hielt, bis dieser Freund mich betrog und einsperrte. Lorcan behauptet, dass er mich zu meiner eigenen Sicherheit gefangen hält. Doch dann behauptet er, dass ich zu ihm gehöre. Sein fünfhundertjähriger Schlaf hat dem Krähenkönig offensichtlich schwere Wahnvorstellungen beschert. Wir haben vielleicht eine unglückliche geistige Verbindung. Doch sind wir noch immer Herr unseres eigenen Schicksals.

Tarian Hadez—thirty-three, real estate mogul, mob lord, most eligible bachelor in New England, god. The god-part is an exaggeration. After all, if true deities existed, then the world would be a magical place, and it's really not. At least, my world isn't. Calanthe Bloom. That's me. Twenty-four, college graduate drowning in debt, true crime addict, florist by default, single by design. Although not living my best life, I'm enthusiastically pursuing it. Especially, in my dreams, which, since a recent flower-d

Bevor ein Orakel meine königliche Zukunft vorhersagte, hätte ich mir nie vorstellen können, dass ich über die Rundung meiner Ohren hinauswachsen würde. Schließlich war ich der magielose Halbling, der von Bestien geliebt, aber von allen reinen Feen am Hof ​​verabscheut wurde. Also ... von allen bis auf einer. Dante Regio, Prinz von Luce, besaß mein Herz, seit er mir meinen ersten Kuss gegeben hatte. Wenn das Sammeln eiserner Relikte mir helfen könnte, den derzeitigen Monarchen zu stürzen und seinen Bruder zu krönen, damit er an meiner Seite regiert, dann würde ich mich sofort auf die Schatzsuche begeben.

Leigh, vingt ans, est une jeune Plumable qui doit récupérer toutes les plumes de ses ailes pour devenir un véritable ange. Il ne lui reste plus qu'un mois pour accomplir sa mission. Elle accepte donc de réformer l'âme Jarod Adler, vingt-cinq ans, chef de la mafia parisienne et pécheur de la pire espèce. Si Leigh parvient à convaincre Jarod d'accomplir une seule bonne action, elle a une chance de gagner cent plumes, plus qu'il n'en faut pour accéder à Elysium, la terre des anges. Ce dont elle ne se doute pas, c'est que le charme ténébreux de Jarod va lui coûter des plumes.

People aren’t as they seem. And history…I’m still attempting to reconcile the truth with what I was previously told. My new allies have an agenda, but I have one of my own. Though there’s overlap—we all agree Dante must die—what I desire more than anything is to return to Lore before he levels the kingdom to find me…or loses his humanity trying. I may favor crowns over coffins, but I refuse to live in a world where my mate only exists as a bird.

Celeste has spent the last four years building a life outside of angelic guilds—parties, check—pursuing human ambitions instead of celestial ones—college, check—and shedding feathers across Parisian cobblestones and more recently New York sidewalks—speaking her mind, always check. She swore off angels, but the death of the woman who took her in the night Leigh died brings them soaring back into her life . . . and not just any angel but the most detestable one, the one complicit in Leigh’s death—Seraph Asher.

It was supposed to be a quick mission. The only thing quick about it was how rapidly I failed. With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner . . . a Triple. If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.

I didn't mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morel's crypt. Scratch that, I did mean to steal it. Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I, along with a jolly trio, successfully defeat four curses. If any of us fail, I'm dead. I've never been a glass half-empty sort of person, but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now. The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty, entitled Cadence de Morel.

Naya and Adam have nothing in common. Besides black wings. The same birthday. And fathers who are as close as brothers. But nothing else. Sweet, diligent Naya has always abided by the rules. Arrogant, uncivil Adam has made it his life’s mission to break each one. She is the beloved daughter of an archangel. He is the guilds’ resident bad boy...well, bad fletching. When Naya thrusts herself into Adam’s life to request a place on his clandestine team of guardians, he turns her away.

Somehow, we survived. It was supposed to be over. No more curses. No more magic. Just a calm, little life in Brume. For the first time ever, I’m ready for calm. So. Damn. Ready. Just so happens that the girl I love doesn’t like to leave things unfinished. Fine. So our little crew will assemble the Quatrefoil and bring magic back to the world. We’ve already faced death. This can’t be worse. Or can it?