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I'm Hailey Bradbury: hedge witch and vampire. My sire was staked moments after I was turned. As a youngling, the Voodoo Queen took me in. She taught me her art. I've been working with the new Mistress of the Vampire Council. She trained me in the ways of vampirism, the path of the night. Witchcraft plus voodoo plus vampirism equals what I call bloodwitchery. Most witches won't mess with the power latent in blood. It's dark. It's dangerous. But if you can master it...You can harness the power of life itself.

She's fought against devils and demons, insidious witches, and old-world vampires. When she returns to Exeter, where she grew up as a girl, she'll find enemies even bigger and badder than anything she's ever faced before.

There's power in dragon blood.... It's also delicious! No one really knows what to do when a dragon shows up in town. I called the exterminator. He hung up on me. I guess it's up to me to take these monsters on.... I have to use their magic against them. It's the only way I can stop them. Only now that I've had a taste of dragon blood, I can't get enough. Tapping into such a force comes with a cost. It's changing my heart. So many urges. So many desires. I still can't believe what I've done. I'm not only losing myself. I'm losing him.

The new vampire queen intends to lead her kind from the shadows, to dominate humanity. I'll be damned before I let that happen! I've taken down so many vampires already. You'd think we'd be making progress. Why, then, are the vampires getting stronger? I'm afraid this whole situation is about to bite me in the butt. Perhaps, even, literally.

Nanovax was supposed to be our salvation. Death and disease, now obsolete. Until the terrorist attack. Fifteen cities in a single day. Again, they said Nanovax was the answer. The same technology meant to heal us could now be used, through an algorithm, to track us, to predict human behaviors...to thwart future terrorists. I'm Lieutenant Brian Goff. I received the first injection. It healed my wounds. I became the face of Nanovax. Then the algorithm identified me as a terrorist. Now, I'm fighting against the technology that once saved my life...and the government has my daughter.

Someone stole the Cauldron of Rebirth from Eden.With it comes the power to resurrect anyone from the past. We thought we defeated these villains for good. Can we possibly stop them all now that they're back and working together? I have a patient who may be able to help. If I ask, her, I'll have to cross a line I swore I never would. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world if he forfeits his soul? That principle makes sense. But I'm not trying to gain the world. I'm trying to save it. The cost may still be my soul. But I don't think I have any other choice. Go up and click 'Read ...

There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

Nanovax was supposed to be our salvation. Death and disease, now obsolete. Until the terrorist attack. Fifteen cities in a single day. Again, they said Nanovax was the answer. The same technology meant to heal us could now be used, through an algorithm, to track us, to predict human behaviors...I'm Lieutenant Brian Goff. I received the first injection. It healed my wounds in the war. I became the face of Nanovax.... Then the algorithm identified me as a threat...a terrorist.... Now, I'm on the run and fighting against the very technology that once saved my life...

Annabelle Mulledy survived Kalfu’s attack - one friend saved, another lost in Guinee. But now the vampires are on the rise. Most of them, she can handle without much trouble. But when an ancient, more powerful vampire confronts her - one who is uncomfortably familiar to her - and his apprentice joins her at the Voodoo Academy, she finds she has little choice. Help this vampire arrest and overpower death itself, or risk seeing her sister and parents irrevocably “turned” themselves.

The nanonetwork has been upgraded. I can still access the nanobots...but when I do, it leaves the host unconscious. Transferring their mind into the nanoswarm. Dr. Archimedes Flat is expanding his nanoverse. Collecting minds to craft a new "utopia" forged from collective memory. He believes it's the next step in human evolution. And, if a few people have to die to make it happen, well, in his mind that's nothing more than the survival of the fittest. If I'm going to stop him, I'll have to fight him in the nanoverse itself. But, Flat designed the nanoverse.

For the first time, one of my spells backfired. I was trying to trap a sorcerer in a blood prism.... He was too powerful. It was the only option. When the spell reflected back on me, I found myself somewhere else.

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?

It's hard to make any progress when she can raise the dead to fight at her side. She isn't raising random corpses. She's bringing back some of the most powerful Axis mages who died during the Arcane Wars. She's always one step ahead. What is she planning?

My name's Mercy Brown, but don't let my name fool you; I'm merciless. It had been almost a century and a half since I last encountered anyone from the Order of the Morning Dawn. They were religious fundamentalists with the dual goal of eliminating vampires and witches. Being both a vampire and a witch, I was the embodiment of everything the Order hates. Their first attempt to eliminate me failed. Thanks to the fact that my mentor in the Craft was also a necromancer. When they burned my heart, they didn’t kill me.

Annabelle Mulledy survived a Voodoo attack on her family as a child — but it left her possessed by the spirit of a nearly 200-year-old girl. This girl, however, came with strange abilities bestowed upon her in the afterlife. When Kalfu, an evil Loa, discovers Annabelle, he hopes to use her abilities to his advantage — to escape the spiritual realm and take a corporeal form. When Ogoun, the Loa of War, intervenes, he recruits Annabelle to join him as a student at the Voodoo Academy. Will Annabelle master the arts and fend off Kalfu’s spiritual assaults?

I've been framed for murder. The evidence is damnable. To catch a vampire draining the life out of someone on camera.... When the killer looked back, my face was staring right into the monitors. Not even the Voodoo Queen can defend me. I'm on the run.

Two paths. A single journey. Blaike isn't like any other Ember. He commands the draugr. Can an army of the dead defeat the Lightweaver's legion? Ashathar's sunstone mines are exhausted. Without sunstone, the blight will consume the Kingdom. To save Ashathar, Blaike must confront the tyrant who killed his father. Can Blaike and his draugr army rescue Ashathar from both tyranny and darkness? Ming Yue is on a quest to recover a shield forged from Antaboga's scale—the scale the dragon-god shed when he created the world. Batara Kala is preparing to launch a second Kataklysm. The power of the ...

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

When the Dagda took three girls and combined them into a single goddess—that he might have for himself a divine wife—he thought she'd be an obedient sub-deity and an extension of his rule. But the Morrigan is subservient to no man, no matter how powerful a god he fashions himself to be. If she is to rule, however, she must do more than defy the god who made her. She must win the heart of a mortal.