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Als ich meinen Job als Barkeeperin in einer magischen Gilde antrat, wusste ich überhaupt nichts über Magie. Inzwischen bin ich praktisch Expertin für die verschiedenen Magieklassen, doch da ist eine, über die niemand spricht: Dämonica. Wie sich herausstellt, gibt es dafür einen guten Grund. Meine eigene Gilde ist absolut dämonenfrei, doch jetzt läuft ein Dämon frei herum. Sogar knallharte Kampfmagier sind ihm hoffnungslos unterlegen. Und das ist noch nicht alles: das Monster, das sie verfolgen, versteckt sich nicht. Es flieht nicht. Es tötet nicht wahllos. Der Dämon ist selbst auf der Jagd.

Retrouvez dans cette compilation les titres suivants : L'étoile tombée du ciel; Le petit empereur de Chine; Le grand voyage de Nils Holgersson; Noémie et le livre magique; En route pour le spectacle; Sacha et la porte mystérieuse. Depuis 1972, Les Belles Histoires est le magazine préféré des 4/8 ans : contes initiatiques, histoires d'ogres et de sorcières, aventures sur terre et sur mer, voyages dans des mondes imaginaires, il y en a pour tous les goûts.

Vor drei Monaten habe ich einen Job als Barkeeperin angenommen. Aber nicht in einer normalen Bar – in einer magischen Gilde. Ich bin kein mächtiger Magier wie meine drei heißen besten Freunde. Keine Zauberin, keine Alchemistin, nicht einmal eine Hexe. Nur ein Mensch, der Drinks mixt wie ein Profi und ansonsten seine nichtmagische Nase aus Mythiker-Angelegenheiten raushält. Ich kenne meine Grenzen. Warum stehe ich also gerade in einem Schwarzmagiekreis einem Feenlord gegenüber? Hinter mir kämpfen meine drei Freunde um ihr Leben.

Blauer Nebel, 30 Kurzgeschichten*, Spendenanthologie für die Tieroase. Sandhausen, Band 1. Retten Sie die Tieroase Sandhausen-Bruchhausen. Begleiten Sie die Tiere des Gnadenhofs bei ihrem Versuch, ihr Heim vor dem Untergang zu bewahren. Amüsieren Sie sich über einen Teppich mit Allüren. Begegnen Sie guten und bösen Lebewesen und stellen Sie sich dem Tod. In 31 heiteren bis melancholischen Geschichten begegnen Ihnen Geschichten über Katzen, Einhörner, Hunde, nordische Götter und mehr. Das ist beste Unterhaltung und Zerstreuung für das Leserherz.

Als ich mich plötzlich dem gruseligsten Schwarzmagier der Stadt gegenübersehe und ihn praktisch herausfordere, mich zu entführen, frage ich mich schon, wie es überhaupt dazu kommen konnte. Alles begann damit, dass ich versehentlich einen Job als Barkeeperin ergatterte – allerdings nicht in einer Bar, sondern bei einer Gilde voller Magier, Zauberer, Alchemisten, Hexen und Medien. Einem schnöden Menschen fordert das ganz schön viel Anpassungswillen ab.

Gefeuert, pleite, mit einem Bein in der Obdachlosigkeit – ich bin offiziell verzweifelt genug, um auf die Stellenanzeige für einen dubios klingenden Barkeeperjob zu antworten. Die Gäste in diesem Pub sind irgendwie … speziell, und meine Probeschicht geht vom ersten Moment an den Bach runter. Doch statt mich hochkant rauszuschmeißen, bieten sie mir den Job an.

Dieser Sampler enthält über 60 ausgewählte Gedichte, die Lyrik-Liebende mit einer floralen Pracht beschenken. Die Dichterinnen und Dichter aus mehreren Jahrhunderten sinnieren über frisch Erblühtes, sorgsam Gepflücktes und bald Vergangenes. Von renommierten Schauspielerinnen und Schauspielern vorgetragen, lassen die Worte Bilder und Gerüche entstehen, die auf taufrische Wiesen undin Sommerwälder entführen.

As a former con artist, I love a convoluted, mind-bending scheme as much as the next guy. But as a recently promoted MagiPol agent, I love it significantly less than that guy. Especially when the life of a kidnapped teen hangs in the balance. Between confusing orders and conflicting evidence, this whole investigation has me and my partner, Lienna, spinning in circles. Why is our boss keeping this case off the books? Why is our top suspect, the most notorious rogue in Vancouver, mired in contradictions?

Once upon a time, I was your average spunky redhead with the lamest employment history ever, a shaky relationship with my only family member, and no idea what I was doing with my life. Now, I'm a pseudo mythic with the best bartending job in the world, the most amazing (and hot) best friends I never knew I needed, and a guild of misfit magic-users who've become my extended family. And I'm about to lose it all. In my desperation to save Ezra, I stumbled into a web of ruthless deception - and seriously pissed off a sleeping hydra.

Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig. It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview - to see if I'd mesh with their "special" clientele. I think that part went great. Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. That's the definition of fitting in, right? I expected to get thrown out on my ass. Instead, they...offered me the job?

When I first landed a bartending job at the local guild, I didn't know a thing about magic. These days, I'm practically an expert on the different magical classes, but there's one nobody ever talks about: Demonica. Turns out they have a good reason for that. My guild is strictly hellion-free, because who wants to risk life and limb to control the biggest bullies on the mythic playground? Well, some people do, and now a demon has been loosed in the city. My three best friends are determined to slay it, but even badass combat mages are critically out-magicked.

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar-at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind. I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin' hot best friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. I'm just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously, I know my limits. So why am I currently standing in a black-magic ritual circle across from a fae lord? Somewhere behind me, my three mage friends are battling for their lives.

When I found myself facing down the scariest black-magic felon in the city, practically daring him to abduct me, I had to wonder exactly how I ended up here. It all started when I accidentally landed a job as a bartender - but not at a bar. At a guild, populated by mages, sorcerers, alchemists, witches, and psychics. Good thing this lame-o human is adaptable, right? Then my favorite guild members - three sexy, powerful, and intermittently charming mages - asked for my help. Did they want access to my encyclopedic knowledge of cocktails? Oh no.

Only one thing matters to Kai: getting the job done, and doing it better than anyone else. But when a beautiful thief crashes his security gig, claiming she's trying to protect the valuable artifact he's guarding, all his careful plans go up in flames. He doesn't believe a word she says - until the item is stolen right out from under them.

Agent Kit Morris. Has a nice ring, doesn't it? It's a big step up from "wanted criminal" or "that weird con-artist guy with weirder psychic powers", both of which recently applied to me. But my promotion to MagiPol agent comes with a few drawbacks. First, supremely talented and effortlessly gorgeous Agent Lienna Shen won't agree to a dinner date with me. Second, my new assignment has pitted me against a guild with very bad taste in pets. Third, those pets are demons, and those demons want to kill me.

I promised to avenge my parents. But their killer is still on the loose, and he's stolen more than my parents' lives. Now, as he draws closer to his mysterious goals, he's poised to destroy what little I have left. I promised to translate an ancient grimoire. But it holds the secrets of my family - and the secret history of demon summoning. I fear its answers as much as I need them. Who was the foremother of Demonica...and who am I?

I've said it before, but sometimes I'm a bad person. I cheated on my 12th-grade math final, I've run countless yellow lights, and I gossip about how hot my kickass best friends are. (Good thing my job as a guild bartender doesn't require moral perfection.) But there's bad, and then there's bad. And I'm not sure which applies to a certain dark druid/wanted criminal/reluctant friend of mine. His transgressions include black-magic dealings, kidnapping, and murder, and he's about to add "revenge-fueled killing spree" to his resume - if I don't stop him. Should I stop him?

As a guild bartender, I can handle pretty much anything - mages, sorcerers, witches, the occasional demon. But show me anything family-related and I'd rather run for the hills. It doesn't even have to be my family. So I have no idea why I thought spending the holidays with Aaron's mom and pop was a good idea. Meeting his famous parents is already terrifying enough, but I've got a bigger problem. Students of his family's renowned mage academy are being attacked on the grounds - and somehow no one has seen a single assailant?

The weirdness level of my life has reached an all-time high. Which is saying something, considering I started out as a psychic conman and somehow ended up as a MagiPol agent. And not just any agent. Lately, I've been Captain Blythe's right-hand man and most trusted confidant.

Emi has dedicated her life to preparing for her destiny: to become a living vessel for her goddess’s spirit. With the fulfillment of her divine duty only two months away, she’s never once questioned the strict rules that control every aspect of her daily existence. Until the day she discovers her entire life has been built on lies.