Resultados para "The Grimmer" en Urbana

Never should have been the end of my problems. I should be back on Grimm. With Hook. Hating Crowley. And working alongside my partner, the Hatter. But life rarely turns out how I expect. The Sea Witch, and oh, incidentally my mother, has told me I'm a witch. Not just any witch either, but one of the biggest bad. I wouldn't believe her, except I can do magick now. Unfortunately, I can't do enough to escape the predicament I'm in. Hook's dead. Crowley's dead. And I'm alone in a realm that hates my guts. And there has been a murder. My sister's, Aquata's. The realm blames me.

Kel Carpenter and Meg Anne present book three in the Grimm Brotherhood series.

I died for Hostess cupcakes. I know. Tragic, right? Even worse, after I came back, I still didn't get any cupcakes. What I did get, however, is a six-foot-something reaper with eyes like blue fire to guide me into the world of the supernatural. Which, as it turned out, wasn't quite like the fairy tales little girls are told growing up. Not only is magic real, more importantly, so are monsters. And apparently, I'm one of them.

My name's Elle. Princess Arielle, for those who know about my past. Cursed by my own father, now I'm banished to Grimm. I'm a siren, killer, and one of the best damned cold-case detectives in all of the bloody realms. I don't stop until I discover the truth. My next case sends me to Wonderland, a harrowing place of madness and dark secrets. I'd rather be landlocked than step foot on that tainted soil, but I don't have a choice after discovering Alice's bloodstained ribbon and a bandicoot's claw covered in blood beside two stiffs at the Charmings' castle.

I found my brother's murderer, by becoming his next victim. The asshat killed me, too. But little does he know - I came back. Again. Now he's going down. But before I can destroy him, I need to resolve the little issue of me not dying. That's twice now I've cheated death. Something's not right. Graves doesn't think I'm a reaper, and the ghosts seem to agree with him. They say that I'm different. That I'm more. All I know is that things are getting real weird in Farrow's Square and dying is hungry work. Where's a truckload of Hostess cupcakes when a girl needs them?

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.

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?

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.

The legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

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?

My brother is taking over the family business . . . It was something I'd trained for my entire life. I was more suited for it than he was in almost every way. Except for the most important one . . . the ability he'd inherited from our father. Why wasn't I born with the same powers? I'm leaving the underworld. I don't belong there anymore. Of course, I only have one marketable skill: Kicking ass and taking names. How can I use that to start a new life for myself on Earth? Unfortunately, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills.

The small kingdom of Weisserwald is overrun with darkness, but not all hope is lost. A brave warrior will save the day, at least, if he can stop falling asleep at the worst possible time! Police detective Parker Quinn is a lot of things - heroic, steadfast, handsome - but he can’t seem to keep his eyes open. When an unusual group of people approach him with a fantastic story about his origin and duty, Parker is immediately concerned for the well-being of his family. The strangers know enough about him to be dangerous, and Parker has had enough crazy for one lifetime.

Unwiderruflich hat der Würfel Talus die Gesetze der magischen Welt unter Edinburgh verändert. Die alten Regeln, die jahrhundertelang galten, sind außer Kraft gesetzt, und das Gleichgewicht der Mächte zwischen den Hexen-Zirkeln existiert nicht mehr. Während das Artefakt den Tarot-Legern ungeahnte Kräfte verliehen hat, deren Ausmaße noch niemand wirklich kennt, haben die Element-Zirkel einen Teil ihrer Macht verloren. Um ihre Welt vor Chaos und Vernichtung zu retten, ist die Hexe Jessica auf der Suche nach uralten Runen.

Der zweite und abschließende Teil von Liza Grimms gefeierter Urban Fantasy. Bedenke, was du dir wünschst, denn es könnte in Erfüllung gehen... Für den Edinburgher Zirkel junger Hexen und Hexer scheint plötzlich alles möglich zu sein, als das mysteriöse Artefakt "Talus" auftaucht, denn der magische Würfel ist in der Lage, jeden Wunsch zu erfüllen. Doch ein derart machtvoller Gegenstand zieht finstere Mächte an wie ein Magnet - und ein Herzenswunsch kann eine äußerst gefährliche Angelegenheit sein.

Eine skeptische Studentin, die plötzlich einem echten Geist gegenübersteht. Ein begabter Tarotleger, der sich vor der Zukunft fürchtet. Eine junge Hexe, die ihre Begabung verflucht. Ein stolzer Wasserhexer, der die Wahrheit sucht. Sie alle haben einen Herzenswunsch - und als das sagenumwobenene Artefakt Talus auftaucht, scheint die Erfüllung ihrer größten Träume zum Greifen nah. Aber ein so mächtiger Gegenstand ruft auch böse Mächte auf den Plan. Und je näher sie Talus kommen, desto dunkler werden die Geheimnisse, die das Artefakt enthüllt.

Er ist ein talentierter Manga-Zeichner auf der Überholspur. Sie seine schärfste Kritikerin. In ihrem romantischen Fantasy-Roman verbindet die Bestseller-Autorin Liza Grimm Urban Fantasy mit Manga – ein wunderbar emotionales Hörerlebnis! Als die erfolgreiche Manga-Influencerin Toni eines Tages in New York von einer seltsamen Kreatur angegriffen wird, kommt ihr der charmante Hikaru zu Hilfe. Toni ahnt nicht, dass ihr Retter einer der erfolgreichsten Mangaka weltweit ist, denn Hikaru meidet die Öffentlichkeit.