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After discovering the rightful heir to the Phaetyn, an alliance with the healers should be easy as pancakes. But while the armies of Verald and Gemond march to the border for war, the emperor delivers a crushing blow that threatens to put everything at risk. As I fight my father’s staggering power, I’m compelled to face evil on his terms. A twisted darkness worse than anything I’ve experienced. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. How far would you go to defeat a merciless sovereign?

One hundred and fifty years ago, global warming brought humankind to the edge of extinction. In a desperate bid for survival, 4,000 genetically enhanced soldiers - the last slice of humanity - were sent to eight space stations. To serve. To protect. Then the Critamal arrived, uninvited. Waves of aliens now work to break through the Orbitos' defenses, the black-shelled creatures seeking to colonize the vacated and barren world. War is their reality. All Romy can do is fight alongside her knot and watch from the mocking midst of the stars as Earth rises and falls in the distance.

Fantasy of Freedom is the final action-packed title in the Tainted Accords series. This is the heaviest the veil has ever felt. But I am the strongest I have ever been. The veil is nothing. A part of me knew when I was taken from Osolis that when I returned - if I lived long enough to return - I would carry death and destruction to her doorstep. That is the irony of peace. It comes only after war. Warning: cliff-hanger ending. Recommended for mature young adults.

I will never be controlled again. A manipulative dragon shifter. A sexy phaetyn prince. Me? I shouldn’t even exist. With peace established in Verald, I should be free; Lord Tyrrik is liberated from his blood oath, after all. But the freedom in Verald is an illusion. If I remain, destruction will surely follow. As soon as I come into my powers, the blood-thirsty emperor of Draecon will know. Even now, he is hunting me. When a Phaetyn prince arrives promising safety, the solution seems perfect. A little too perfect. But is the objective of our group security or something more?

A billionaire phoenix, a berserker in a long coat, and a rebellious brownie walk into a jazz bar…I wish I was joking. My shapeshifting attacker may be gone, but the bastards who gave the order are alive and kicking. They’re not the only ones after a chunk of my perky, cupid butt. The Nepos Bureau of Crime are digging around and asking questions that really aren’t good for my lifespan.

A moneylending kraken, angry echo imp, and emotionally limited witch have it out for me. I swear. What did I ever do to deserve this crap? Life is more twisted than a forest nymph’s vines, and in an ingenious or moronic move, I’m now working for the Twelve. Until this point they’ve seemed happy to kidnap and drain me, so safe to say this risk is bigger than an earth guardian’s...well, you know. Protecting those I care about is imperative, yet a sexy detective in a long coat has a different agenda.

An army is half way to Glacium. And not just any army - it belongs to my mother. Time is running out as I rush to prevent a war which will kill thousands; the Solati people, my brothers, and the many Bruma I've come to care for. Yet it appears preventing this interworld war is just one snowball in an avalanche of problems as the situation in Glacium becomes volatile and destructive. My various identities hover on the edge of discovery forcing me to consider drastic action, and questions I've had since the abrupt end of the peace delegation are answered.

Even though I’ve uncovered the demon king’s sinister plans and the truth about the supernatural game this coven plays, I must leave the knolls. Bizarrely, the place I came to for answers has become home. Hope. Community. I nearly fell in love here. Now the mating ritual with Wild feels like another excellent reason to leave.

The pendant, gem, dagger, and robe of a dead woman have decided my fate. Now over three hundred magus look to me to save them from the impossibly powerful demon king. It's safe to say my life took a little turn. But defeating a mere demon army would make life too simple. The demon kings magic also permeates the knolls, driving the wedge of discord deep in the coven. So much has changed. So many are uncertain. Suspicion and uncertainty will find their target.

Three months ago, Romy emerged from the cultivation tanks after a year floating inside. Body intact. Mind broken. Memory gone. Now she undergoes regular testing as doctors work to find out...well, she's not exactly sure what. The tests must have something to do with the reason she can't remember her knot - the single lucid memory the other insane soldiers on Orbito Four still possess. Whatever the researchers are searching for, if it aids the soldiers in the deathly war against the lethal alien invaders - the Critamal - the excruciating pain is worth it. But a grey-eyed man has other plans.

Earth is nothing like Romy expected. A disappointing fact made clear far too many times. Over the last year and a half, her world has shattered again and again, along with her sanity, and now Knot 27 is split in two with no sign of reconciliation. There is no end in sight. When the leader of their rebel movement steps down, the man Romy loves takes over the role of commander-general. They are outnumbered. They are outgunned. Not only are the Mandate Membersas deprived of humanity as ever, butanother lethal player has taken the field.

Reine des cours faes. Confrontée à une bataille impossible. Destinée à ne jamais être avec l'homme que j'aime. J'ai enfin les yeux grands ouverts. Et c'est avec horreur que je découvre que la survie de deux royaumes repose sur mes épaules après le sacrifice ultime de ma mère pour enfermer Rubezahl dans l'Autre Monde. Les humains terrifiés exigent des réponses, les rumeurs vont bon train au sein des Cours d'Été et d'Hiver, et c'est sans parler de ma belle-mère qui cherche à s'approprier le trône pour une raison surprenante... Mais c'est le cadet de mes soucis.

Élue. Accusée à tort du meurtre de mon père par son assassin. Les Cours Faes à mes trousses. Destinée à ne jamais pouvoir toucher l'homme pour qui je brûle de désir. Et ma situation n'est pas près de s'embellir... Si ma vie avait commencé à s'améliorer, ce n'est plus du tout le cas. Loin de là. Et le dernier merdier en date ? C'est la cerise sur le gâteau et le guili à la betterave ! Le père qui m'a abandonnée à la naissance est désormais mort. L'agitation règne au sein des cours assoiffées de sang.

Toute sa vie, elle a cherché à prouver sa valeur et à être acceptée auprès des siens. Mais pour sauver son peuple, elle va devoir abandonner tout ce pour quoi elle s'est battue tant d'années. Orpheline. Formée au combat. Conditionnée depuis toujours à craindre le pouvoir de l'Autre Monde. Secrètement amoureuse d'un homme qui ne veut pas de moi. Je ne suis qu'Alli, l'orpheline mi-faë, mi-humaine, mais la vie commence enfin à me sourire. Il n'aura fallu que vingt-quatre ans.

Ausgestoßen. Als gesuchte Mörderin auf der Flucht. Dazu verdammt, niemals den Mann zu berühren, der ihr Blut in Wallung bringt. Vor nicht allzu langer Zeit meinte es das Leben noch gut mit Kallik aus dem Hause Royal. Jetzt sieht es ganz und gar nach Absturz aus. Dieser neueste Shitstorm - ja, er übertrifft alles. Der Vater, der sie von Geburt an gemieden hat, liegt kalt und tot in der Erde. Die Gerichte sind in Aufruhr und wollen Blut sehen. Ihr Blut. Sie muss den wahren Mörder finden, doch dieses Rätsel verblasst angesichts des Wahnsinns, der die Fae zu zermalmen droht.

Verwaist. Ausgebildet zum Kämpfen. Erzogen, die Macht von Underhill zu fürchten. Heimlich verliebt in einen Mann, der sie nicht will. Alli ist halb Fee, halb Mensch. Sie hat lange, harte Jahre der Ausbildung hinter sich. Nun sieht es in ihrem Leben zum ersten Mal besser aus. Doch als Underhill – die angestammte Heimat der Fae – zerbricht und es unmöglich wird, sie zu betreten, ist sie die Einzige, die weiß, wer es getan hat. Es ist Geheimnis, das ihr sicherer Tod sein wird, wenn sie nicht sofort etwas unternimmt.

Königin der Feenhöfe, Herrscherin der Throne. Konfrontiert mit einem unmöglichen Kampf. Dazu verflucht, niemals mit dem Mann zusammen zu sein, den sie liebt. Der magische Tee hat nachgelassen. Kalliks Augen sind weit geöffnet. Und mit Schrecken stellt sie fest, dass das Schicksal zweier Reiche auf ihren Schultern ruht, nachdem ihre Mutter das ultimative Opfer gebracht hat, um den Riesen nach Underhill zu verbannen.