Urban City

Well, back from delivering the dead to the afterlives, anyway. The political and social landscape of Limbo City has gone through quite the makeover since the Throne of Eternity was broken and the souls in the sea took charge of their own destinies. But progress is a journey on the road less traveled. Which means potholes are inevitable. And who better to pave the way than the reaper who set all this upheaval into motion? Return to Limbo City with Lana and the gang! They'll have a cold ale waiting for you at Purgatory Lounge.

From tenements, to alleyways, 20th-century American cities created spaces where pests flourished and people struggled for healthy living conditions. In Pests in the City, Biehler argues that urban ecologies that supported pests were shaped not only by the physical features of cities, but also by social inequalities, housing policies, and ideas about domestic space. This story reveals how pests thrived on lax code enforcement; the marginalization of the poor, immigrants, and people of color; and at the intersection of public health, politics, and environmental justice.

"Quella di cui godevo in quei giorni afosi, camminando sui larghi marciapiedi di viale Manzoni e di via Merulana al riparo del fogliame dei platani, era indubbiamente una felicità partorita da un'illusione: l'illusione di un piccolo numero di strade e incroci capace di suggerirmi la sensazione, razionalmente insana, che esistesse per me, come di farmi sentire a casa, qualunque disastro fosse in corso o mi pendesse sulla testa..."

"Si sorprende di scorgere la punta di un timpano di Santa Croce che si conficca nel cielo nero, abbassa gli occhi come a riparare lo sguardo nella pace di un lembo di piazza e intanto pensa che davvero Firenze è infinita, e si potrebbe andare avanti e girarla in lungo e in largo per giorni, con la certezza che di Sante Croci ce ne sono almeno cento (e di punti da cui sbirciarla, mille) e chissà quante vie dei Pepi ancora da scoprire, una babele di marmo e torri dalla testa mozza." E dopo Santa Croce c'è San Miniato, il Cimitero degli Inglesi e il Forte Belvedere, borgo Pinti.

Just before my wedding on the planet called Kifirin, I decided I wasn't going to marry someone I'd never met. Kordevik Weth was a stranger to me, and I wasn't willing to accept him. That's why I asked Aunt Bree for help. She had one condition: I had to live on Earth and take a job with Rome Enterprises in San Francisco.

Kal Hakala is the Bureau of Supernatural Investigation’s best agent, but even he needs a break after his last case, which brought him a hair’s breadth from death and killed the fiancée of his best friend, a Mescalero Apache agent named Canton Asate. Kal’s temporary desk-job is nothing less than leadership of the entire BSI. Now it is on his head to assemble teams of agents to fight the latest Supernatural incursions and man up if they fail.

After being left for dead by her mother, dissed by her peers, held responsible for her siblings, and forgotten by society, Murdonna Carter finds herself in one hell of a predicament. With no money, food, or electricity, she learns quickly how to survive. In the ghetto, you either kill or be killed and grind or you starve! Tired of going to bed hungry, she realizes it's do or die. For the love of family, she puts her own life on the line and does the unthinkable. Will her gamble pay off, or will it open up a can of worms she won't be able to close?

It's time for Ruby Achera to complete the quest and become the Mist Elves' new Mirra—or die trying. Will the venture into the unknown bring new threats? Well, of course. It's Magic City. Meanwhile, the anti-human sentiment is coming out into the open. Julianna Sloane is plotting to bring not just one casino, but all of them, under her control. Overshadowing it all is the Paranormal Defense Agency.

Rare gemstones in a casino is catnip to criminals. Ruby Achera will need Idryll the tiger-woman and Morrigan the archer to suit up and protect the exhibit at Spirits Casino. But who is the mysterious figure leading the criminal enterprise? Can Ruby get back to Oriceran in time to fulfill a prophecy? Being in two places at once will take a team. Diana Sheen, Rath the troll, and the Federal Agents of Magic are back for tech support.

Magic City is full of hustlers, con men and magicals just out for a good time. The perfect mix of glamour and gangsters. But underneath it all, a con man is scheming to pull it all apart. Can Ruby and her weretiger, Idryll, find a way to save her hometown before time runs out? Or will her quest lead her to her own unforeseen destiny? New challenges can also bring new allies. A Drow trader with an eclectic set of resources offers to help. A purple-haired troll who offers to teach her to fly or the hooded archer whose help Ruby can't decline. Are they really friends or foes?

The Mist Casino sits just above a kemana with an interior that would make a ghost feel right at home. Of course it does. After all, Magic City has to compete with nearby Vegas. Ruby is just back from University for the summer, catching up with an old friend, when everything changes with a bang! A series of small blasts are exploding all around her. Chips are flying through the air. Someone wanted to announce their arrival in town. But who? Ruby is about to get drawn into a battle for control of Magic City. They just made the fight personal. Is the Ebon Dragon Casino next?

Even when I’m not chasing kidnappers, I don’t keep normal hours. I’m a journalist; late nights, burnt coffee, and energy potions come with the territory. When I get lost in a story or deep in pre-publication crunch time, I can’t quit just because the sun’s been down for eight hours. So when my best friend called me well after midnight to say she was being followed, I was already halfway out the door before the call could be hexed. I wasn’t fast enough. By the time I arrived she was gone--vanished from within an impenetrable magical ward.

My name is Levi and I swear I didn’t kill her. Sure, I was the only person found at the scene of the crime, and maybe her blood was literally on my hands, but I can explain all that. I’m a journalist writing for Kansas City’s magical community. So when I suspected that a woman had been cursed, it’s only natural that I went to learn more. I couldn’t have known she’d be dead before I arrived. Seriously, I write headlines about bridge trolls and solstice events, not murder. The Wizard’s Council thinks I did it, and I’m going to have a hard time convincing them otherwise.

How did Los Angeles start the 20th century as a dusty frontier town and end up a century later as one of the globe's supercities - with unparalleled cultural, economic, and technological reach? In City at the Edge of Forever, Peter Lunenfeld constructs an urban portrait, layer by layer, from serendipitous affinities, historical anomalies, and uncanny correspondences.

Wild City is a paean to New York City and its complex, and often surprising, relationship to its non-human residents, large and small. Like the wide range of humans who populate it’s five boroughs, a many animals, including whales, coyotes, deer, bed bugs, geese, mosquitos, and hawks all call the Big Apple’s streets, parks, and shores home as well.

In a walled city of a mile-high iron guild towers, many things are common knowledge: No book in any of the city's libraries reveals its place on a calendar or a map. No living beasts can be found within the city's walls. And no good comes to the guilder or foundling who trespasses too far from their labors. Even on the tower rooftops, where Errol Thebes and the rest of the city's teenagers pass a few short years under an open sky, no one truly believes anything uncommon is possible within the city walls.

Renaissance Raines has found her place among the psychopomps - the guides who lead the souls of the recently departed through the Seven Gates of the Underworld - and done her best to avoid the notice of gods and mortals alike. But when a young boy named Ramses St. Cyr manages to escape his foretold death, Renai finds herself at the center of a deity-thick plot unfolding in New Orleans. Someone helped Ramses slip free of his destined end - someone willing to risk everything to steal a little slice of power for themselves. When she finds the schemer, there's gonna be hell to pay....

Mein Leben drehte sich einst um Gerechtigkeit. Als ausgebildete Kriegerin für das Volk von Shadow City habe ich nie infrage gestellt, was mir beigebracht wurde … bis jetzt. Mein vorbestimmter Partner und ich stehen endlich auf derselben Seite – und die Liste unserer Feinde wird immer länger. Alles, was wir gelernt haben, hat sich verändert und uns beide zur Angriffsfläche gemacht.

Cities and the Creative Class gathers in one place for the first time the research leading up to Richard Florida's theory on how the growth of the creative economy shapes the development of cities and regions. In a new introduction, Florida updates this theory and responds to the critics of his 2002 best seller, The Rise of the Creative Class.

Dilbert Pinkerton's not the greatest private detective, but he's good at sniffing out clues. Of course, it's hard to take a five-foot-nothing mutant armadillo in a trench coat and fedora seriously. He sticks his snout where it doesn't belong far too often while digging for the truth. So when some rich dame asks him to steal - ahem, retrieve - a pearl necklace from her ex-husband, Dill almost reconsiders. Until, that is, she offers him so much money that he can't refuse.