In a mythical world of shapeshifters, goddesses, swords, and sorcery, Con, a lone warrior, has spent generations protecting an ancient and deposed royal bloodline, but he’s always known that there would come a time when his protection would no longer be enough. That time has finally come. In a bid to restore the bloodline to the throne, and save mankind, he’ll have to take on Lilith, an evil queen whose dark magics have been allowed to spread their influence and control for far too long. It will take a very special kind of strength to stand against her, but Con is far from helpless. His soul has long been host to a separate entity, Vel, a powerfully magical creature who can manifest in times of need, becoming Convel, with the heart and mind of both and the body of huge black wolf. Their combined power and guile will soon be put to the ultimate test if they are to have any hope at all of stopping Lilith and saving humanity ... even while protecting a dark secret of their own—one that could easily destroy it all.

"Lutrell Lutrell " Sir Charles Hardiman stood in the corridor of his steam yacht and bawled the name through a closed door. But no answer was returned from the other side of the door. He turned the handle and went in. The night was falling, but the cabin windows looked towards the north and the room was full of light and of a low and pleasant music. For the tide tinkled and chattered against the ship's planks and, in the gardens of the town across the harbour, bands were playing. The town was Stockholm in the year nineteen hundred and twelve, and on this afternoon, the Olympic games, that unfortunate effort to promote goodwill amongst the nations, which did little but increase rancours and disclose hatreds, had ended, never, it is to be hoped, to be resumed. "Luttrell," cried Hardiman again, but this time with perplexity in his voice. For Luttrell was there in the cabin in front of him, but sunk in so deep a contemplation of memories and prospects that the cabin might just as well have been empty. Sir Charles Hardiman touched him on the shoulder. "Wake up, old man " "That's what I am doing-waking up," said Luttrell, turning without any start. He was seated in front of the writing-desk, a young man, as the world went before the war, a few months short of twenty-eight. "The launch is waiting and everybody's on deck," continued Hardiman. "We shall lose our table at Hasselbacken if we don't get off." Then he caught sight of a telegram lying upon the writing-table. "Oh " and the impatience died out of his voice. "Is anything the matter?" Luttrell pushed the telegram towards his host. "Read it I have got to make up my mind-and now-before we start." Hardiman read the telegram. It was addressed to Captain Harry Luttrell, Yacht The Dragonfly, Stockholm, and it was sent from Cairo by the Adjutant-General of the Egyptian Army. "I can make room for you, but you must apply immediately to be transferred." Hardiman sat down in a chair by the side of the table against the wall, with his eyes on Luttrell's face. He was a big, softish, overfed man of forty-five, and the moment he began to relax from the upright position, his body went with a run; he collapsed rather than sat. The little veins were beginning to show like tiny scarlet threads across his nose and on the fullness of his cheeks; his face was the colour of wine; and the pupils of his pale eyes were ringed with so pronounced an arcus senilis that they commanded the attention like a disfigurement. But the eyes were shrewd and kindly enough as they dwelt upon the troubled face of his guest. "You have not answered this?" he asked. "No. But I must send an answer to-night."

Stuck with a blistering hot, filthy rich, and thankfully single billionaire? It's the vacation of a lifetime alright... Sometimes, the worst of circumstances can lead to the best of times. Harper Kelly has just been fired from her dream job, but rather than wallow in her misery, she’s taking the opportunity to cross some items off of her bucket list. Forget job hunting, she’s going skiing in the Alps! It’s not long, however, before her dream vacation is marred by a fraught encounter with a ridiculously handsome guest. Cue a freak avalanche, and the two are snowed in together, along with his adorable son. What’s more, Harper soon discovers the irresistible vacationer is none other than Jason Raynes, the notoriously reclusive billionaire! With a luxury hotel to themselves, it’s not long before Harper begins to thaw the frosty single dad’s heart, and break down the walls that seek to keep her out. And when Jason unexpectedly makes her a job offer she can’t refuse – as a tutor to his beloved son - Harper doesn’t know how to feel; is this his way of keeping her around, while keeping her at arm’s length? For every step he takes toward her, he pulls two steps back. Could it really be true that to be so close to him is to live in danger? After an eerie encounter on the historic streets of Dublin, Harper begins to wonder if her new lover’s past is coming back to haunt them. Can she get him to open up to her before he pushes her away? Or before malevolent forces catch up with them both?

Phoenix Blade was a child bound by destiny. He was the son of the leader of the Elemental Warriors. As a baby, his mother died protecting him from a raid. His father disappeared when the barriers appeared. Raised by his grandfather, Phoenix learned how to use a sword and gained fighting skills. His destiny had been laid out by his father, with his grandfather as a guide. Would Phoenix be able to unite the Elemental Warriors after so long, or would Razir cover the world in darkness?

The world is waiting for Lost. As a story consisting of gunshots, sword fi ghts, giant monsters, apocalyptic situations, back fl ips, airships, and superhuman action sequences, Solarius. is a novel presented by Benn Tilar Wuest to reignite the entertainment of pure literature. The novel took fi ve years of careful planning to deliver an overwhelming sense of excitement while taking the imagination on a visual rollercoaster from the fantastic creatures to beautiful landscapes. Ladies and gentlemen, we humbly welcome you to Iode.

Many people who visit Rayne to enjoy its charming murals and picturesque streets know the community as a quaint city along their vacation's journey. However, Rayne is more than just a pleasant stopover for tourists and passersby; it is a destination in its own rightA[a¬aa multicultural, historic community that has enjoyed a vibrant and interesting past. Rayne's People and Places provides insight into the heritage and cultural lifestyles of its citizensA[a¬alike some who jitterbugged at the old Hollywood Club, drank peach nectars at People's Drug Store, and ate biscuits at Paco'sA[a¬aby showing their families, homes, and workplaces.

His mother used to say that he was spawned by the very seed of the Devil himself. Yet, he had the soul of a lamb. But even an animal as gentle as a lamb will unleash fury when threatened. They say the family that prays together stays together But dear God, what of the family that Marquise built? For a man who has evil lying dormant within his DNA, Marquise has found that only the Love of God, the support of his loyal wife and the unbreakable friendship of hus pastor could possibly sustain him. For this man truly lives for his church and family. But did Marquise read well the scriptuure that says plain and simply "Beware of wolves in sheep clothing?" What happens when his gorgeous and supposingly faithful wife ventures into the garden and taste of the pastor's forbidden fruit? Much too involved in his tireless servitude of the church, Marquise cannot see the forest for the trees, yet, the members of the congrgation bare witness to this adulteress love triangle. Will thwy reveal the truth to him? Or like the punch line of a cruel joke will he be the last to know? Marquise will have to find his own way through this fiery hell, or will he instead give in to the evil that lies dormant within him? Based on true events, this story's end has yet to unfold...