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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.

My father called them messengers. He once told me they walked among us and that somewhere in this dark and godless city, there shined a faint sliver of hope. I had only to look for the signs. Well, I’ve spent my whole life investigating the inexplicable and all I've found are the unsettling vestiges of iniquity—the evidence of another world shrouded by the obscure. Purgatory to some, where depravity hides in shadows, and girls like me are little more than delicious bites of temptation. Others call it Nightshade.

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.

After watching my mother succumb to a mysterious illness, I promised myself two things. I'd find the cure for what ravaged her and leave the godforsaken city where she abandoned me. Four years later, I received an acceptance letter from Dracadia University, one of the oldest most prestigious schools in the country. Nestled on a secluded island off the coast of Maine, it's rumored to be haunted by the souls of the mental patients exiled there centuries before, those whose bones are said to make up the island's white sandy shores. And restless ghosts aren't even its most daunting peculiarity.

Pain is an abyss. How naive of me to think I’d already reached the very depths of it when fate shook my world with a crushing blow. It turns out there are fathomless levels of pain, like a winding labyrinth of doors leading to shadowy figures and long-forgotten secrets. The kind of inescapable descent into madness that twists nightmares into reality. What lies at the end of this obscure path I have yet to discover. But where it begins is a place called Infernium: an asylum feared by those in Nightshade and untrodden by the angels who’ve forsaken its many lost souls.

When I was a little girl, I dreamed a handsome knight would come and rescue me from my wretched mother. He'd ride up on his white steed and break the curse I've been fated to carry since the day I was born. Funny how things changed over time, how the fairytale twisted into something far more crooked—and darker—than I ever imagined. In reality, my knight is scarred and broken, living alone in a castle of bones that overlooks the sea. He isn’t searching for me. He never was.

TU VEDI I MORTI, RAGAZZA. MA HAI MAI GUARDATO LA MORTE IN FACCIA? Cosa si nasconde nella Foresta delle Streghe, dove i peccatori vanno a morire? Gli abitanti del villaggio lo chiamano il Bosco Divoratore, perché non restituisce mai ciò che vi entra. Solo un pazzo oserebbe avvicinarsi. Oppure un esiliato. Maevyth Bronwick sa che è meglio non oltrepassare il nebbioso labirinto di alberi, ma un evento tragico la spinge oltre l'arco di ossa, un confine che nessun mortale ha mai superato, verso un mondo oscuro e fantastico, tanto pericoloso quanto affascinante.

Personne ne revient de Witch Knell. Les pécheurs y sont envoyés pour mourir, les légendes parlent de créatures affamées et d'un seigneur maudit qui règne sur les ombres. Elle y découvre un monde oublié, aussi cruel que magnifique. Et un homme. Zevander Rydainn, assassin redouté, surnommé le Scorpion. Froid, calculateur, et lié à elle par une prophétie ancienne. Il devrait la protéger. Il pourrait la sacrifier. Mais ce qu'il ne peut contrôler, c'est l'obsession brûlante qui le consume peu à peu.

It takes a killer to catch a killer. And no one understands the motives of ruthless murderer The Sandman quite like Rhett Voss. Having spent his childhood in the shadows of the deranged lunatic, he's become an expert on the topic. Killing is in his blood, and as a hitman for hire, Voss maintains a steady diet of carnage, himself. Except lately, it's lost its appeal. Until he's enticed to track down the clever Sandman who has his sights set on Nola Tensley.

Four young socialites have gone missing in the Chicago area. Two found dead, bearing the signature marks of a brutal serial killer. With the kind of tragedy that mars Nola Tensley's past, she should be concerned, but without a pot to piss in, all the struggling single mom cares about is making a normal life for her son. After all, she's clearly not the murderer's type. Or is she?

Lilia Vespertine ist besessen davon, die Wahrheit über den Tod ihrer Mutter herauszufinden. Sie weiß, dass sie sich die seltsamen Parasiten nicht eingebildet hat, und erforscht sie auf eigene Faust - mit Erfolg. Gemeinsam suchen sie nach den Antworten auf ihre Fragen, wobei der junge, unnahbare Professor und die talentierte Studentin ständig aneinander geraten.

Para sobrevivir, Maevyth se ve obligada a cruzar la frontera prohibida hacia un mundo de magia sombría y criaturas siniestras..., entre ellas, un asesino destinado a protegerla. Hay rumores sobre lo que acecha en el Bosque Voraz, el lugar al que los pecadores van a parar, bautizado así por los aldeanos porque jamás devuelve aquello que toma. Solo los locos o los desterrados se adentran entre sus árboles. Sin embargo, una tragedia fuerza a la joven Maevyth Bronwick a cruzar el arco de huesos que se oculta en su interior y acaba en un mundo oscuro y mágico, tan peligroso como seductor.