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**ON HOLD INDEFINITELY** It's been two years since the great battle in the shrine. However, as Perinus strives to recover from its losses, shadows continue to grow throughout the land... A dangerous sickness is spreading throughout the country--one that ravages minds and turns friend against friend. One that reeks of Death itself. With the help of unlikely allies in unlikely places, it's up to Constantine to seek the root of this sickness and stop it. But first, Constantine will have to master her abilities. She will have to recover her legacy and stand for everything good. She must make a final choice: fire or shadows? Only one side can emerge dominant, while the other will consume her whole. ****** Sequel to 'Constantine' cover by @seventhstar

"Better than the first one, and I liked the first one!" - Larry, Amazon Review "New and unique series! Read it!" - Martha, Amazon Review Stella feels as if their ghost hunting business is solid: Rose knows the industry, Noah has experience with perceptions, Bronte balances everything with the right amount of sweetness, Cyril and Oliver lend a valuable ghostly perspective, and Stella is just starting to accept her new powers. Only her powers keep growing, strengthening beyond her control. And this new case they're on? It has them running into rival ghost hunters. The Adair brothers from Obscurity Consultants are tried and tested when it comes to battling ghosts, which could be a problem considering Apparition Investigations has ghosts on the team. Problems abound but Stella is determined to overcome any obstacle as AI helps those who can't help themselves. But their latest case might be too much for them to handle. After all, how are ghost hunters supposed to battle monsters and demons? Book 2 in the Apparition Investigations series.

Eallair had bumped through life, following Tor's lead, but with the date for his own visit to the proving grounds looming, he needs to be sure of his own heart. Unfortunately, with his gift playing havoc with his eyesight, and the glare of others auras ensuring a constant migraine, it's proving difficult to focus on what he wants from life. It seemed easier to down a bottle of absinthe and pass out in a stranger's bed, than to worry about whether or not he should even be taking the trials. But maybe the trials were the answer to his problems; hadn't the Taghadairean taken Deòthas's magic as her sacrifice? Maybe they would take his gift too. And if they found him unworthy? Well, then he wouldn't need to worry about anything ever again. Tancred couldn't remember the last time he felt happy. Being chief had always been an honour, but after millennia of life, he was beginning to feel tired, stretched thin; his weariness went into his very soul. If he'd been another chief, in another time, he might have fallen on his sword, but as so many people kept reminding him, the Comhairle couldn't afford a change of leadership. The nobles would use his fall to justify the disbandment of the Council, and with evil still gathering, no one could afford that. Even warrior chiefs need something to live for, though. The lull left in the wake of the Manipulator's death was only ever going to provide a temporary peace. Raghnall had gone to ground. Cailean's demonic sponsors were unlikely to abandon their quest for chaos simply because one minion had fallen. The question? Who was going to make the next move, and can the Comhairle come through the next battle unscathed?

"Because you lost your arm?" he asked. "No," she answered, staring straight through him with a little grin. "Because I lost what humanity I had left." --- Aira Blight was six years old when her parents, brother and sister were hunted down, and murdered. Aira Blight was nineteen years old when she lost her arm, her mate, and her mind. Aira Blight was twenty-five years old when she decided to take it all back, and make them all fall to their knees. There's more than one way to make a wolf howl. It's been nearly six years since the night her life changed. She can't forgive, and she can't forget, she's in a constant state of limbo and she's playing a dangerous game with time itself. The only option she has now is to go back to the time and place that set everything in motion and kill Van, stopping this endless cycle of death and destruction, but when she finds she can't take the life of the man who saved hers, she has to come to terms with the fact that you can't change deaths plan. But you can change a murderers mind. With the threat of Altholo breaking open and unleashing Lycanthrope hell on earth, Van and Aira must decide whether they want to be the legend or the love-story, because either way, it's going to be the tragedy everyone warned them about.

I was born the day Boudicca fell. My whole life I lived in fear of the day when Rome's armies would march northwards, into our unconquered lands. It felt inevitable. If the legions came, people would die. Farms and forts would be burned to the ground. Free people would become slaves overnight, and to stop such cruelty, the chiefs of the northern tribes would be asked to kneel, to swear fealty to an Emporer the people didn't recognise. Or we could fight. War was coming. I'd known that from the first moment I could know anything, but time was finally running out. And why now? Why, when Roman progress in Britannia had been thwarted so many times, did their reach now extend beyond the land of the Brigantes? It started with Andraste, goddess of war and victory. She turned her back of those she was sworn to protect, all for the love of a warrior far beneath her station. She condemned Boudicca, and all the fallen kings, queens, and chieftains that followed in the footsteps of the Iceni queen. I could hate the gods for their betrayal, but as a slave was about to show me, the sway of love was not something to be underestimated. So the question became this; could love survive the wrath of the gods?

[ORIGINAL DRAFT SAMPLE] Given a new chance at life, Sara Gaspard returns to Verweald and must decide how the Sin of Pride fits in with her daily routine. Before they have a chance to settle, a strange box arrives at Sara's doorstep and tears them from the Terrestrian realm. The box throws both mortal and Sin into a world - and conflict - neither has ever seen before. Dragon blood is spilled. A king rises from exile and ignites a war. Magic enthralls, fire lights the night, and kingdoms balance upon the edge of destruction. Sara and Darius' search for a way home becomes far more perilous than expected. The Sundered Vale awaits. __________________________ Sequel to Bereft: Foretold

War has come to the four realms, and while the mortals of the Mundane remain unaware of the risk to their freedom, the vampire race knows they must fight back before the wolves seal off Blutholme forever and leave them to starve. But they can't do it alone. To defend their realm, they need the help of the elahdril, the elven people of Galahidras. There's only one problem; an usurper queen still sits on the elahdril throne. Queen Heliana might have been elected to ascend to the throne when the last elahdrilas prince was murdered, but she is happy to let the wolves attack her own borders, as long as she is safe within the halls of Karycadra. She won't help vampires, not while she sees them as unwholesome, dead things, nor does she care that the Mundane will eventually be enslaved. Thankfully, she is not the last hope for the realms. Nekyra of Rhynlas had been three when her father, Prince Fardir died and she was whisked away to live in exile, hiding behind a human face. After the events of book one, she is finally ready to go home, to return to the realm of her birth and learn the ways of her people. She's ready to take back her throne, but to do that, she must persuade Heliana that she doesn't want the throne at all. She needs to survive, without being executed as a traitor, until she figures out how best to remove Heliana and bring to heel a people who see her as the breaker of traditions. To do that, she must wear her human face again, and hold her tongue when she would declare Heliana's time over. But she can't wait too long to take back her crown, not while Ric, the vampire who holds her heart, is at risk in Blutholme. It is time to become the queen she was born to be.

Ashelin lived a solitary life, content in its simplicity until the day it was taken away from her. Battling with her grief and struggling to find her place in a world that just became much larger, Ash clings to her simple purpose in the changing world, having a hand in forging it whether she knows it or not. A story of healing, of friendship and of facing the odds to make a better world for those to come. **This is a first draft, and some of the earlier chapters are...not all that great. I'm still learning and this story has been quite a journey for my writing skills, but if you can make it through some of the lesser parts, hopefully you'll find the tale I'm trying to tell.**

Jemma has always known she's unique. Normally, being an orphan would be at the top of the list, but the rest of her peers at St. James's Academy are orphans, too. And she's spent the past eleven years living at the boarding school for orphans without too many problems. However, the moment Jemma receives a letter from an unknown writer, her unique "talent" of seeing the Grim Reaper begins to make more of an appearance.