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I know how to cultivate useful relationships. A pact with the Altar of the Primal Elements supplemented my deal with Muscadine. Duty leads me north, where the secrets of two worlds lie hidden beneath the ice. And now, in Scandinavia, a claimant to my Altar of the Primal Elements has suddenly...

My enemy has finally shown his face. War is inevitable. Only one will survive. Blood for blood, a life for a life. When even time works against me, when oaths mean nothing, my allies will become creatures from the darkest of nightmares. Who said I'm allowed to die? What about my reckoning with the gods?

What would happen if a professional rock musician joined a virtual MMO in search of inspiration among its game world? What would happen if she decided to play as a biota bard, a brand-new race of humanoid flora as well as a new class? Whatever would happen, it would surely be fun....

I managed to deal with the immediate threat to House Komarin, but that didn't let me off the hook with Muscadine. The rapid growth in my powers had almost turned me into a shish kebab. Up next: a dressing-down from the Emperor, a visit to Derbent and the rescue of some fair maidens. And that's all before lunch—by evening, I should be free . . .

In my past life, I heeded the Blood Code: I rescued people, slaying monsters from the inner plane. For my trouble the Inquisition condemned me for blood lust and burned me at the stake. And in my current life my family is dishonored in the eyes of the emperor, there's a bounty on my head, and I'm the subject of a divine dispute. Well then, no better time than now to surprise them all. Give me but a drop of blood—and the hunter will become the prey.

A check for a billion credits. The prize seemed lost forever, and here it glittered again with all its colors, drawing the couple like a magnet. The pirates, the Uldans, the Zatrathi - none of it mattered now. The final goal was so close. All they had to do was reach out and grasp it. Alas, fortune refuses to land in Surgeon's hand just like that, without a fight. Fortune only comes to those who can prove themselves. Will Alexis and Eunice find their inner strength and go to the end - or will the obstacles in their way force them to give up their search?

Every player in Barliona has heard of the Gray Lands - the land of the dead. Few have managed to travel there and speak with the heroes and villains of old. And of this minuscule number, only one bard has managed to bring the souls of the dead back to the world of the living: the Bard of Shadow. Now, it is up to her to determine the future of her race. Shall the Biota race become full-fledged members of Barliona, or will they oppose all that lives?

If you're going to stick your hand into somebody else's refrigerator, you better be ready to deal with the consequences. Especially when, instead of perishable foodstuffs, the icebox in question contains people who are "provisionally alive". They haven't died yet - death has not yet made up its mind about them. And even though most of them will never open their eyes again, a lucky few do stand the ghost of a chance of returning to this world.