Science Fiction Creation

Tormented her entire life by inhuman voices, Jennsen seeks to end her intolerable agony. She at last discovers a way to silence the voices. For everyone else, the torment is about to begin. Richard Rahl and his wife, Kahlan, have been reunited after their long separation, but with winter descending and the paralyzing dread of an army of annihilation occupying their homeland, they must venture deep into a strange and desolate land.

I never wanted any of this. Sure, I'll take the universe-shattering powers—who wouldn't? But there's always a bloody price. You don't inherit the ability to bend creation to your will and get to ride off into the sunset. Oh no, every power-hungry dickhead in the universe wants a piece of the action, especially the former God of Creation. Not that I asked for the title—or any of the mess that comes with it. But, if I want to achieve my dream of being left the hell alone, it's going to cost me. And that price? Pain… so much pain.

La jeune Jennsen, harcelée depuis sa plus tendre enfance par ses démons intérieurs, a trouvé le moyen de les réduire au silence. Mais la fin de son épreuve est le début d'un calvaire pour le reste du monde : impliquée contre son gré dans un combat dont l'enjeu est la vengeance et la conquête, Jennsen tombe sous la domination de forces obscures plus atroces que tout ce qu'elle aurait pu imaginer. Et si les voix de ses démons avaient toujours été réelles ?

Lucian Abrantes and his companions have done the impossible. They have gathered the Orbs, found the First Gate, and entered the Light Realm. But finishing the job has dire consequences never foreseen, and things in the Light Realm are far more complicated than initially thought.

Deathwalker continues to adapt to his new life in the Kingdom of Nord. He has a long way to go if he hopes to be strong enough to find and rescue his friend. To celebrate the formation of the Timberfall Duchy a weeklong festival is in the works. Before the festival he is charged with setting up the various portal stations across the kingdom. The Dark forces arrayed against him have not sat idle. War is beginning to spread across the continent leading many refugees to flee to the prosperous Timberfall with the hope of a better future. But are all those that arrive coming with good intentions?

Marc Vitrac was born in the early 1960's, about the time the first interplanetary probes delivered the news that Mars and Venus were teeming with life, even human life. Now, in 1988, Marc has been assigned to the US-Commonwealth base on Venus. But there are flies in this ointment - and not only the Venusian dragonflies, with their yard-wide wings....Extravagant and effervescent, The Sky People is alternate-history SF adventure at its best.

Arthar's heart thunders like a desperate war cry; can he become the monster they need, to save all he holds dear? A cold dread has settled within him, a chilling echo since the amulet surfaced, and now, it's all consuming… As the darkness encroaches, its suffocating grip fuels his growing rage and a terrifying thirst for violence begins to blossom within him.

The last thing I expected was to gain the spells of the woman in my bed. Hell, I didn't even know magic existed until I'd cast a spell that morning. Then a beautiful teacher from a magical academy told me I could become the universe's most powerful mage. To get there, I need to become stronger. I need to ace all my examinations. And, most of all, I need to master the most potent spells. But I have to start somewhere.

You can't just go around draining the Ethereal Cores of the gods. Firstly, it kills them, and they're supposed to be immortal. And secondly...Well, that's just not how things are done! Unfortunately, no one told Clive that, and now two gods are dead at his hand. Now, he's imprisoned awaiting judgment, and no amount of brute strength or pure obstinance will be enough to wriggle out of this delicate dilemma.

Weak in a world full of strength, all he and his friends have is their grit and determination to survive as they navigate this brutal, war-torn land of magic in search of a way home. There’s a problem, though. Clive’s been cursed. A little stabby, stabby from a demonic knife catapults them into a race against time to find a cure. Fighting their way across Falritas, they need friends and levels like there’s no tomorrow. Because there might not be…

It took everything to defeat the feared Natom Hilgresh. Turns out, that was the easy part. Now the clock is ticking for Clive to return to Far Reach and prepare for the second coming. Of course, it isn’t exactly a Sunday stroll. Navigating unforgiving terrain across the war-torn country of Kalabri, the vast armies of Destruction and Justice swarm the land, killing everyone in their path.

The enigmatic and likely certifiably crazy Igor Chaosbane has drawn runes into my frat house’s dungeon. Now that’s out of the way, we can really get to training for the War Mage Games. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about my other training methods. There’s a fetching potions tutor who’s got me wondering just what Infernal magic can do.

Two beautiful female mages down...an academy of thousands to go.

Contains books 10-12 of Painting the Mists: Words of Creation, book ten, Crown of the Starry Sky, book eleven, and Claddings of Light, book twelve.

We have a mission: to save the Universal Magic. To do so, I need to locate three other Creation Mages. There’s nowhere to find them except in the Infernal Realms, which means I’m going to have to meet with the very incarnation of evil: the devil. A journey into hell to meet with The Great Deceiver himself. How could it possibly go wrong?

I've collected the souls required to speak with my dead father, and he's got a lot to tell me. Hopefully, what he has to say will help me succeed in the coming Mage Game Qualifiers. Because if I get through, then I'll finally find my mother's white staff.

“As I remember, I had just woken up from a nap when I decided to create the universe.” So begins Alan Lightman’s playful and profound new novel, Mr. g, the story of Creation as narrated by God. Bored with living in the shimmering Void with his bickering Uncle Deva and Aunt Penelope, Mr. g creates time, space, and matter - then moves on to stars, planets, consciousness, and finally intelligent beings with moral dilemmas.

I'm Justin Mauler, student of Mazirian Academy, Creation Mage, and now the new owner of a poltergeist named Barry Chillgrave. Who'd have expected having a deceased buccaneer as your resident dungeon-running poltergeist would lead to trouble? Yeah, it's pretty much a given. And now I’ve discovered that my spell list might be limited. Which means only one thing: I have to find a way to break that limit.

I've either made the greatest or worst decision of my life: to travel to the Chaosbane Family Ranch to celebrate Yuletide. One of the many fellow festivalgoers accompanying me is arguably the Chaosbane's craziest family member, Leah. There's no telling what kind of crazy antics we'll end up in, but I hope that at least one of them will lead to learning more spells.

If I'm to save the Universal Magic, I need to find them. What I need to do with them isn't exactly fit for public consumption, but it's fundamental to who I am as a Creation Mage. I just have to slip into the castle, disguised as a noble, and snatch four other Creation Mages. All while avoiding the eyes of the Queen and the Arcane Council.