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An eldritch magic has awakened, turning the mortal world darker. Colder. Famished. With flesh-eating monsters and a sinister curse spreading like a plague, the last glimmer of humanity in Foxglove Parish has long since faded. For Maevyth and Zevander, the only chance of escape is through The Eating Woods. But fate has woven a new web, tangling the threads of destiny, and crossing the mystical boundary to Aethyria might not be so simple.

Intimidating. Fearless. Destructive. They’re everything a girl shouldn’t want. Too bad this foster girl never had a daddy to chase away the monsters because I’m a sucker for a bad boy … or four. Carver, King, Cruz, and Grayson—the Kings of Ravenwood Heights. When I was forced to come here, I was expecting just another run-down town to add to the ever-growing list of unwanted homes. What I wasn’t expecting was them. They’re dangerous and they're keeping one hell of a secret—a secret that's going to change it all.

Mercedes Midnight is a reaper in debt with exactly one year left before hell comes to collect. Lucy Corvine, the devil’s daughter and revered professor, is imprisoned by a contract she never agreed to. For nine long years, Midnight scoured graveyards and grimoires for a loophole, while Lucy wore a gilded smile and dreamed of revolt… Until a chance encounter sparks a pact neither of them can afford to break.

After my husband died eight years ago, I made vengeance my only purpose, my religion, my destiny. But to get to my enemy, I had to make myself like him. He had a kingdom of secrets? Then I would make an empire. He had blood on his hands? Then I would bathe in it.

I died, briefly. Then I came back. Now I’m determined to make the most of every minute I have left. Only problem is I’ve been saddled with supervision. Kane Deveraux is handsome, smug, and cold as a tombstone. So why does he make me feel something more powerful than death?

There are whispers about what lurks in Witch Knell—the forest where sinners go to die. The villagers call it The Eating Woods because what's taken is never given back. Only those who've lost their senses would dare to go near it. Or the banished. Maevyth Bronwick knows better than to breach the misty labyrinth of trees, but a tragic turn of events compels her beyond the archway of bones to a boundary no mortal has crossed before. One that cloaks a dark and fantastical world that's as dangerous as it is alluring. It's there that he dwells, the cursed lord of Eidolon.

Grant Stockton is the devil incarnate. The cowboy turned casino-owning crime boss has been the bane of my existence for as long as I can remember—first as my older brother’s best friend, then as my guardian when my brother died at his side, and now as the rival bar owner and landlord running me into the red. He might be the head of The Quiet Horsemen, the man everyone else in this town fears, but I’m not about to cede a single inch of ground to him. If I have to lie, cheat, and steal to keep him from finding out my bar’s underwater—well, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty one turned into twenty-three.

Dark winds howl over the cornfields, but even three years after the pyres have burnt out, the cries of innocents still haunt the air. Tonight, the magic conjured by my blood will breathe life into a scarecrow carved of pumpkin and bone, binding a damned soul to return and avenge those burned by pious men, drunk on their own corruption.

When the skeletal remains of a young woman and her baby are found entombed behind the kitchen wall of a historic Tudor house, Cassandra is overcome with grief. She seems to know who the young woman was, but not how she knows, or how she came to be there. Cassandra becomes inexplicably drawn to the house and the mystery of the bones of Blackfriars. As she begins to learn the truth about the Thorne siblings who occupied the house during the reign of Elizabeth I, her own life takes an unexpected turn, and she finds out that her fate is linked to the Thornes in ways she never imagined.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus, last necromancer of the Ninth House, has been drafted by her emperor to fight an unwinnable war. Side-by-side with a detested rival, Harrow must perfect her skills and become an angel of undeath - but her health is failing, her sword makes her nauseous, and even her mind is threatening to betray her.

In the wake of Adelasia's resurrection, a sickness begins to consume her mind, body, and soul. With the Coven after the magic she's stolen from the Well, and old flames returning to the Obsidian Palace, Kaius must accept that he cannot save his mate on his own. With the help of a mysterious incubus named Rowan, and while meeting some old friends along the way, the trio travels through the dangerous Blackwood to face Yekaterina and the Priestesses one final time.

Just like all little girls, I hoped I was special and that one day my powers would be revealed. My parents would be bewildered, my friends would equally worship and envy me, and my bullies would run away in terror! Nothing happened when I turned 10. I didn't grow wings at 12, still wasn't able to make things move with my mind at 14, and at 16, I was already too old to believe in such nonsense. Well, what do you think happened the day I turned 18? I got the confirmation that I was only human. In the mail! Oh, and also an invitation to apply to the Grim Reaper Academy.

He dared to take her from me. And I have to get her back before it’s too late. I will unleash the monster within. I’ll paint the walls red and burn the world down to reach her, no matter what it costs—even if she can’t love what I’ve become. In the end, I’ll become her nightmare to reclaim what's mine.

I'm from a place where you eat or get eaten. Two gangs are at war, and I'm hungry for survival. Growing up in a broken town doesn't make you a good man. In fact, the North Shore of the Falls has made me merciless. I survive because I'm a good soldier for the North Shore Crew. I'm cool-headed, I never lose sight of my goals, and my only obsession is to wrench our town from the clutches of our sworn enemies, the Kings. Alexandra Delacroix is just a job. The plan is straightforward: charm her, uncover incriminating information about her senator father, and tip the balance of power in our favor.

Eel Marsh house stands alone, surveying the windswept salt marshes beyond Nine Lives Causeway. Mrs Alice Drablow lived here as a recluse. Now Arthur Kipps, a junior solicitor with a London firm, is summoned to attend her funeral, unaware of the tragic and terrible secrets which lie behind the house's shuttered windows.

Orphaned Jane Eyre grows up in the home of her heartless aunt, where she endures loneliness and cruelty, and at a charity school with a harsh regime. This troubled childhood strengthens Jane's natural independence and spirit - which prove necessary when she finds a position as governess at Thornfield Hall. But when she finds love with her sardonic employer, Rochester, the discovery of his terrible secret forces her to make a choice. Should she stay with him and live with the consequences, or follow her convictions, even if it means leaving the man she loves?

I came back to Forsyth and agreed to be their Lady for two reasons: protection and revenge. They wanted to break me, but instead, they molded me into their perfect weakness. I was put through the gauntlet and came out stronger. I earned the title of Lady. Then they became my weakness. I agreed to sleep under their roof, but on my terms. Building trust takes time, but with all the threats nipping at our heels, that’s a luxury we don't have. We have to rely on one another despite our complicated pasts - to find a murderer, a stalker, and a traitor.

I was not without sin. I carried my name for a reason. Screwing things up was just part of who I was. Sometimes people got hurt because of me. Sometimes they died. After being exiled from the world I’d created with my best friends, I was left to punish myself for my sins against the girl they loved. The sins I spent hours begging whatever entity was out there to forgive me for. But maybe I wasn’t supposed to be forgiven. Maybe I was who I was because I was meant for something bigger than me. Maybe I was always meant for her. The girl with the colorful eyes who never spoke.

My husband. My tormentor. The most notorious man in the city offers me a job. Act as his dead wife. Adrian Volkov isn’t the type of person who takes no for an answer. He commands with an iron fist and all his orders are met. When he approaches me with the offer, I have two options. Go to prison or put myself under his wrath. I choose to have a roof over my head. What’s so hard about acting, right? Wrong. The moment I step into his wife’s shoes, everything spirals out of control. My only way of survival is through Adrian. Or is it?