Resultados para "muse" en Fantasía oscura

In the story "The Muse," celebrated novelist Mark Davis unexpectedly returns from his travels, surprising his wife and compelling her to discreetly send their houseguest, Victor, out of their home to avoid exposing their secret affair. Upon Mark's arrival, Victor is summoned for a meeting where discussions of fate, destiny, and a mysterious journal Mark refers to as the Muse, unfold.

Mermaids, stormy skies, daring adventures, pirates…it was little wonder I sprinted to the docks the moment I left the orphanage. Eager to begin my new life, I searched for a ship that would have me—and found a thief instead. I chased the bastard. Now I’m trapped. I’m told this place is Neverland, but everything I touch is dead or dying; what’s left is hellbent on killing each other.

One more kill - and then, I'm free. If only it were that simple. Ancient curses call for desperate measures, and to escape mine, I've become a murderer. But "freedom" trades one chain for another, and I'll be damned if I'm marrying that filthy sorcerer. Unfortunately, a girl who turns into a dragon doesn’t have many options. Even if I did, who could love a monster?

Three days of storms have left The Jolly Serpent battered and broken, and my crew no longer trusts me to pick up the pieces. Just when it looks like Peter and I are about to be thrown overboard, the unlikeliest of saviors shows up...My father.

The Hells of Notre Dame is a sapphic retelling of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and the first book in The Phantom of Notre Dame series: where Hunchback collides with The Phantom of the Opera in the streets of gothic Paris. Perfect for fans of the musicals and classic novels alike, these LGBT+ dark fantasy romances are as steamy as they are twisted, and are intended for a mature adult audience.

I go for my son. A lie, whispered to God and myself every Friday as I lead Quasimodo from the sanctuary of Notre Dame to the sin of the street faire. I go for his smile, for his enjoyment. More lies. I go for her: The Embermage. She is temptation. She is forbidden. She is sin—yet one I cannot resist. Her fire calls to a darkness deep within me, stirring feelings and urges that must remain buried. For months, I've watched from the safety of the crowd: to look, but to never, ever touch. Until one night, when I get far too close. She perceives me, beckons to me...