Elena Michaelsnek fogalma sincs arról, hogy Clay, a kedvese, vérfarkas, amíg az meg nem marja, és ezzel mindörökre megváltoztatja az életét. Elárulva érzi magát és feldühödik: képtelen tudomásul venni az átalakulását, és nem tervez semmilyen kapcsolatot a Falkájával -...
Kelley Armstrong nagy sikerű Sötét erő trilógiájának hihetetlenül izgalmas befejezése.
A tizenöt éves Chloé Saunders hétköznapi életet szeretne élni. Nem adatik meg neki. Chloé ugyanis genetikai módosítás áldozata, olyan nekromanta, aki akarata ellenére képes...
Chloé valaha teljesen hétköznapi tinilány volt - legalábbis ezt gondolta. Aztán rájött a megdöbbentő titokra, hogy nem más, mint egy két lábon járó tudományos kísérlet. Születésekor az Edison Csoport névre hallgató gonosz tudóscsapat genetikai módosítást hajtott végre...
Francé / 1G6G
MARIE-MADELINE LIT THE FLAME UNDER THE BÓWL. A draft through the empty fireplace blew it out. She ad-justed the metál screen in front of the hearth, then moved the bowl and tried again. As the flame took hold, smoke swirled through the room, filling it with the acrid stink of...
I have to.
I've been fighting it all night. I'm going to lose. My battle is as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of labor and deciding it's an inconvenient time to give birth. Nature wins out. It always does.
It's nearly two a.m., too late for this foolishness and I need my sleep. Four...
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TODD ADJUSTED HIS LEATHER POWER SEAT AND SMILED. Now, this was the good life. Driving along the California coast, road stretching empty before him, cruise control set at fifty, climate control at 68° F, Brazilian coffee keeping warm in its heated cup holder. Some might say it'd be...
fl DELE
To call Portia Kane a waste of space was being charitable. She was negative space—a vacuum that sucked in everything around her. An entire industry had grown up to service this spoiled "celebutante." Lives were wasted catering to her whims, feeding her ego, splashing her vapid face...
HOPE
LUCIFER'S DAUGHTER
There was a time in my life when the prospect of watching a man die would have filled me with horror. Now, as I shivered beside the cenotaph, knowing death was coming, what I felt was very different.
Only knowing it was too late to stop what was about to happen kept me...
Prologue
t have to.
1 I've been fighting it all night. I'm going to lose. My battle is as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of labor and deciding it's an inconvenient time to give birth. Nature wins out. It always does.
It's nearly two A.M., too late for this foolishness and I need my...