Résultats pour "Be" dans Dragons et créatures mythiques

My name is Mal, and ever since I was a boy I've been treated as a malcontent because of my ability to see magic. For everyone else, magic is proof of the Goddess's love. For me, it is just a colorful spread of enchantments, cantrips, blessings, and hexes. And any spell I can see, I can break. I had always expected to grow up to be a ditch-digger. Instead, I was dubbed a hero. Heroes are sent out in the wasteland to slay monsters and to challenge the Demon Lord.

My name is Mal, and ever since I was a boy I've been treated as a malcontent because of my ability to see magic. For everyone else, magic is proof of the Goddess's love. To me, it is just a colorful spread of enchantments, cantrips, blessings, and hexes. And any spell I can see, I can break. I had always expected to grow up to be a ditch-digger. Instead, I was dubbed a hero. Heroes are sent out in the wasteland, to slay monsters and to challenge the Demon Lord. It's a suicide mission. But once I was exiled, I found that the outside world was drastically different than I had thought.

Below the English town of Ipswich a tunnel boring team is digging through solid rock when unexpectedly, they break into an ancient cave system filled with animal bones. Strangely, there were also the remains of men, knights in armour. And there was one more thing found – a huge egg-shaped ruby that glowed like a setting sun. Just over 2000 miles away, still trapped on the lost island of Lemuria, Troy and Anne know that the time of monstrous beings long thought only existing in our legends or lurking in our nightmares, was returning.

One should never meddle in the affairs of dragons, but someone has been doing just that. They've been making imitation dragon scale baubles that are nothing short of lethal, and kidnapping delivery drivers all over the Yorkshire Dales. They've also been leaving behind some distinctly dragon-ish traces. Beaufort Scales, High Lord of the Cloverly Dragons, is hot on the trail—or would be, if he wasn't having political problems at home.

My name is Mal, and ever since I was a boy, I've been treated as a malcontent because of my ability to see magic. For everyone else, magic is proof of the Goddess’ love. To me, it is just a colorful spread of enchantments, cantrips, blessings, and hexes. And any spell I can see, I can break. I had always expected to grow up to be a ditch-digger. Instead, I was dubbed a hero. Heroes are sent out in the wasteland, to slay monsters and to challenge the Demon Lord. It’s a suicide mission. But once I was exiled, I found that the outside world was different from what I had thought.

My name is Mal. Growing up in The City, I had been taught that a benevolent goddess protected us from the Demon Lord and his legion of horrors. But upon my exile, I learned the world was far larger and more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.

Lilith, Empress of Demons, has charged me with defeating the Bitch Goddess's remaining generals. My quest will take me beyond the burning sands of the Endless Dunes to the frozen, cursed reaches of the Coldspite Basin.

There are no more generals left to fight over, or shards of divinity for the Bitch Goddess to devour. My wives and I have fought across the width and breadth of Amalgam in our battle against the avatar of greed. We’ve defeated zombies, angels, monsters, and horrors beyond count, every victory bringing us to this, the final battle.

The end game approaches, and I’m in a three-way race against a psychotic goddess and the most powerful necromancer who’s ever lived. There is only one general left, and both Reverkar, King of the Dwarves, and the Bitch Goddess want to find him first. If either of them wins, it means the end of the world. But my wives and I aren’t about to let them win without a fight. We’ll battle against zombies, brainwashed slayers, and horrors untold as we journey across Amalgam in our effort to stop them.

Annowan might have finally joined my family, but our marriage doesn’t mean we can afford to slack off! My wives and I are on the trail of another of the Bitch Goddess’s missing generals. Our quest brings us to a desolate, cursed region, where we’ll have to contend with clockwork horrors, undead hordes, and my demonic grandmother-in-law. Things might look rough, but I swore to rescue my sweetheart from the Bitch’s clutches, and nothing will get in my way!

Revenge. Rescue. Redemption. Three R's Kalidas Lír never thought he'd play a part in. After a narrow escape from an ill fate, with the help of Avi, a half-blood, Kal swears to even the score. He never expected his oath to take him across the continent of Múrnig—far from everything he's known. Though, not far from everyone he knows. As a dark-elf caught between warring gods, Kal finds this journey to be far more than he bargained for. And the choices only get harder with time.