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Will has managed to pull the four nearby dungeon cores together, but his creatures are woefully under-powered to meet the threats piling up against him and his people. Gar must bring his kingdom, nearby smaller peoples, and any portions of the great Kingdom of Eladrin he can convince to rebel together as part of his new Kingdom of Daruk, putting together a force capable of actually fighting the much larger and richer Kingdom of Eladrin. At the same time, he must wield his fractious adventuring company, Adamant’s Own, as a power to feared.

Since my run-in with the degenerate tech billionaire, Martin Phillips, things have gone to shit. The dread witch Morganna still has Zee imprisoned in her staff, my sister is missing, I've run afoul of a murderous cult, and I fell off the wagon, to boot. Now it’s just a question of which one kills me first - the smack or my enemies. At this point, death would be a blessing.

For Will, he seeks first to absorb the power of the dead Voidbringer Core and then expand to find all the nearby cores. Perhaps, he can ally with them, or even protect them from the Voidbringer threat. In addition, he intends to undergo the trial to discover his third magic with the aid of Amber. Lastly, he must deal with the increasing number of dungeon fairies that are dependent on him.

Kings. Dragons. The start of an all-consuming war. As the 12 god-creatures appear in the world, nations brace for a inevitable struggle. Some have allied themselves with the Second Ascension in return for power and protection, but the Frith Guild aims to form a counter alliance. Volke Savan, along with the other arcanists of the Frith Guild, must not only find a way to end the arcane plague once and for all, but prevent the remaining god-creatures from falling into the hands of their enemies.

Damion Deadson was once a respected newspaper journalist before his sister went missing and his life went to hell. Saved by a demon succubus, Damion now runs Deadson Confidential, a website dedicated to exposing the city’s dark supernatural underbelly. But with exposure comes danger. An investigation into a demon serial killer has led Damion to a notorious tech billionaire who now wants Damion dead at any cost, and will stop at nothing until Damion and the secrets he holds are buried forever.

Teenager Staci's father has just remarried, and now she finds herself being shunted aside by her new stepmother. Shunted all the way to the run-down and dying Maine town of Silence, in fact, and the custody of her alcoholic mother. It gets worse. Silence seems to be stuck in the proverbial stone age. There's no cell phone service except at the very top of a bluff outside of town, no internet except dialup, and not one familiar franchise or business.

After dumping the body of a serial killer on my former boss’ desk, I handed in my cop badge, which I’ve replaced with an FBI badge. Yep, I’m a fed. I work for Special Affairs, a clandestine department tasked with policing the occult underground.

My name is Ethan Drake. I'm the cop who works the occult cases nobody else will touch the ones that reek of brimstone and old blood. My partner's a demon. My sanity runs on whiskey, cigarettes, and a drug called Mud. And the thing that slaughtered my wife and daughter is still out there. Now graves are being robbed, souls harvested, cults rising, and something ancient and starving is clawing its way into our world. Let them try.

Volke Savan has proven himself time and time again, but now the others of the Frith Guild want their opportunity. Illia wants to recover a lost runestone, Master Zelfree hopes to learn the magics of the Mother of Shapeshifters, and Adelgis surprises himself with the new depths of his dreamweaving abilities.

Wendell Knightsbridge and his demon father Mephistopheles are done waiting. Their plan to murder the Almighty and enslave humanity is in motion. The endgame is here. Heaven's sending angels. Lucifer should be leading the charge—except the Devil's too busy playing playboy to save his own father. Which leaves the fate of existence in the hands of me and a handful of damaged allies who probably shouldn't be trusted with a car, let alone the apocalypse.

Clevon Demarco, a genetically modified human, has a cocksure attitude and the combat skills to back it up. With his unparalleled skills, he makes his living as a ruthless gunrunner on a shady space station near the edges of the quadrant. Stronger, faster, and wittier than most sad sacks, no one even comes close to Demarco’s abilities - until he crosses paths with the captain of the notorious Star Marque, Endellion Voight.

Callie deserved heaven. Instead, she's somewhere in the pit, and every day she stays there is another day I fail her. Wendell Knightsbridge holds the key to freeing her—but his price is insane. He wants me to descend into Hell, find Lucifer himself, and steal the Devil's power. Bring it back like a package delivery. Simple. I'd laugh if my daughter's soul wasn't on the line.

Death. Destiny. The rise of god-arcanists. Volke Savan has reunited with the Frith Guild just in time to help fight the Second Ascension, a group of power-hungry dastards bent on controlling the newly created god creatures. The world serpent is the first on their list, and if the Second Ascension manages to harness its power, the world will forever be changed for the worse. But the Frith Guild has another plan.

They named me Dino! I grew up among the loving idiots of my hometown as the Mute. Their only drawback was to give more than what they had. At the age of 14, I opened my mouth and released the avalanche of sounds that echoed across the Balkans. After it, I couldn’t stop talking. Our national drink, the potent rectified spirits distilled from the purple plums, served for medicinal purposes to clear the cluttered minds of our townsfolk idiots. Never in the history of the kingdom of Biares, my home country did any of upheavals occurred within the Balkans.

When you look into the abyss...the abyss looks into you. After dumping the body of a serial killer on my former boss’s desk, I handed in my cop badge, which I’ve replaced with an FBI badge. Yep, I’m a Fed. I work for Special Affairs, a clandestine department tasked with policing the occult underground. In the meantime, my personal life is a disaster zone. There’s a Yakuza boss who wants to kill me, and my crazy Hellicorn is going through an existential crisis. But it’s the evil warlock who is making my life a living nightmare.

Every moment counts as Volke Savan races south to the city of New Norra. His goal: find Theasin Venrover, the famous artificer who may have a cure for the arcane plague. Separated from most of the Frith Guild - and even his sister - Volke must rely on the crew of the airship Sun Chaser to help him find Theasin in time.

Gaelin Lavahl understands three things about himself. He’s a murderer. He hasn’t been down the mountain before. And he can never be a hero. Yet the sleeping god in his staff knows better. The cult destroying humanity must be stopped, and only Gaelin can wield the staff with its magical power. The problem? First he must discover what lives in his heart - the warrior he was meant to be. But can he when time is running out?

My Hellicorn keeps pestering me to take a trip to the beach with him, my pet demons want a family fun day out, and my demon partner wants to start a war with the local Yakuza clan.... And that’s just before breakfast. As the FPD’s only occult investigator, I deal with a lot more than your average cop, and often that means babysitting a bunch of volatile demons...when I’m not working cases that is. Speaking of which, a pregnant girl has walked into the precinct claiming she has a monster in her belly, put there by a demon-worshiping cult.

When I put down Derrick Savage, the werewolf mercenary that killed my wife and daughter, I thought I was the light to his darkness. But as it turned out, killing him only unleashed yet more darkness. Now I have the rest of Savage’s pack out to get me, a bunch of bloodthirsty mercenaries who will stop at nothing to avenge the death of their pack member, even if that means targeting those closest to me.