Resultados para "Macbeth" en Romántica

""Is this a dagger I see before me?"" Features a unique cover illustration by Maurice Sendak (Where the Wild Things Are), specially commissioned for the Shakespeare on Compact Disc series...

Along with the rest of Culloden’s 79, Macbeth is being forced to move on to the next life. But with a small, angry army waiting for him inside the gates of the hereafter, he’s got more reason than most to stay a ghost. Sadly, that's not an option. And if he can't resist the distraction of a tempestuous American lass, he’ll miss his final chance to redeem his name, before the inevitable fight.

Semia, the innocent Egyptian princess who damned herself to the fires of hell. She blames the angel Mala'ik for her torment. After centuries of burning, she is suddenly released from hell. She is a beautiful monster who must feed of the essence of children to sustain her beauty and strength. She now wanders through the ages of men eager to find Mala'ik and get her revenge.

Figlia di un re spodestato. Discendente di potenti druidi. Destinata a prendere il suo posto nella storia. Scozia, intorno all’anno Mille. Durante la celebrazione di Imbolc, le donne cantano invocando la dea Brighde, mentre il vento ne trasporta le voci che riecheggiano sull’acqua scura. Gruoch osserva le loro danze sfrenate rabbrividendo, ma lei è troppo giovane per prendere parte al rito. È proprio in quel momento che la nonna le svela la profezia che cambierà la sua intera esistenza. Un giorno diventerà regina di Alba e potrà reclamare le terre dei suoi antenati.

Elizabeth Bennet was informed by an unimpeachable source—on her sister Jane’s wedding day—that Mr Darcy has committed a breach of gentlemanly honour so sordid, so unforgivable, that it makes Mr Wickham’s ruthless accusations seem innocuous. Fortunately, she never has to see him again… or so she thinks. Just before proposing marriage to Elizabeth Bennet, Fitzwilliam Darcy discovers shocking news that causes him to leave her, and everyone else in Hertfordshire, behind him forever. Elizabeth in particularly he hopes he never has to see again.

Death comes to us all… or so they say. But they never said that’s what I’d become… death. I’d spent my life taking care of everyone else besides myself. I finally let go for one night. One night of freedom. One night of fun. One night to dance my burdens away. But all it took was that one night for me to be thrown into a cruel fantasy world where only the strongest survived.

Megelle Island is full of supernatural creatures. I came here a few years ago to be among my own kind, to not worry that I’d accidentally shift into a raccoon or turn invisible in front of some poor human. My clumsiness was going to expose us all to the public and get me into big trouble with the angels. The only problem is…I’m the only jinn here. I knew there weren’t many of us in existence but none was a whole lot less than expected.

My life has never been typical. Most people weren’t professional ballerinas. Most people didn’t have two happily married, four century old dads and an aunt who was actually your mother. Most people didn’t have pointed ears they had to hide or wings that would pop out of their back when they got too excited or angry. Most people didn’t have my problems.

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth. Well, okay, literally speaking I want these two legs I’m standing on to be permanent. I want my scales to not pop up if it rains or if someone spills their drink on me. I want a house on land and a pet that has fur instead of two rows of razor sharp teeth. I’ve always felt like a crab out of her shell except when I’m on land. Except sirens can’t control their shifting.

This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for. Christmas on Megelle Island is the biggest event of the year, and somehow I've been hired to plan it all: parties, activities, festivals, and the Christmas Eve ball at the palace. So what if I'm a last-minute substitute because the old party planner got run over by a reindeer? So what if the King and Queen ask me to also plan their son’s engagement party within six days? So what if the cottage I rented was accidentally double booked and now I have an ancient, brooding vampire breathing down my neck every day?