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Eric can't remember the recurring dream that keeps waking him in the middle of the night with an overwhelming urge to leave, yet he spends each day feeling as if he desperately needs to be somewhere. With no idea how to cure himself of this odd compulsion, he decides to let it take its course and go for a drive, hoping that once he proves to himself that there is nowhere to go, he can return to his normal life.

It’s 1979, and Aviva Rossner and Seung Jung are notorious at Auburn Academy. They’re an unlikely pair at an elite East Coast boarding school (she’s Jewish; he’s Korean American) and hardly shy when it comes to their sexuality. Aviva is a formerly bookish girl looking for liberation from an unhappy childhood; Seung is an enthusiastic dabbler in drugs and a covert rebel against his demanding immigrant parents. In the minds of their titillated classmates - particularly that of Bruce Bennett-Jones - the couple lives in a realm of pure, indulgent pleasure. But, as is often the case, their fabled relationship is more complicated than it seems....

In a far-distant future, the Uman Empire has conquered and colonized worlds. Once thought invincible, its reign is now fragile as alien subjects and enemies conspire against it. On holiday in the capital city, cop Jack Cato gets a glimpse of the Emperor-and realizes what he's looking at is a supposedly dead shape- shifter. His mortal enemy is still alive and once again on the run. And the fate of the Empire - and Cato's own honor - are at stake....

The Commonwealth Union of Planets begin their mission to the Saiph Worlds. To seek out their genetic cousins cited in the alien database, to unravel the secrets of their enemy and exploit any weakness. The "others" capture The Happy Wanderer and her precious navigation system. The Union's future flounders, as they're fatally exposed to a catastrophic betrayal at the hands of the Alonian Empire.

My name is Haldin Raish. Legionnaire. And the High General just murdered my parents. My dad was well respected in the Legion. Always had a reputation for doing the right thing, no matter the cost. He was a good man. And whatever he stumbled onto got them both killed. Messily. Now, that red-eyed thing is coming for me. It walks like the High General. Talks like him, too. But it's not. Human beings don't shirk off gunfire and smack grown men across the room like that. Not even High Generals. And he's not the only one.

In the wake of the hybrid massacres, a devastated Enochia looks to their leaders for answers. From the safety of his White Tower, the High Cleric gives them. "Look no further than to those who upset Enochia's natural order to begin with," he says. "Look no further than to Haldin Raish, and his demonic ilk."

Reeling in the aftermath of the White Tower incident, Haldin Raish is struggling to get by. What he needs is time, peace and quiet, and probably the ear of an attentive soothsayer. But the raknoth have other plans... Across Enochia, terror reigns. Civilians are disappearing. Monstrous hybrids roam the land, attacking faster than the Legion can keep up. Across Enochia, the raknoth are winning.

Family visits? Check. The dreaded finale on the horizon? Double-check. And to top it off, with Dawn missing, my mind's a mess. I can't shake her from my thoughts, and I've got looming eliminations breathing down my neck. Now I'm stuck at a crossroads – do I cling to the ghost of what we had, or do I dive into something new in the final weeks? Just when I think things can't get crazier, I tumble into the arms of an old love, throwing my heart into a wild tailspin.

For ages, their prison, the mighty palisades have now become a key to their survival. Weary eyes atop the walls remain trained for hints of the darkness that receded to the west. Hidden in both plain sight and in the shadows, forces work to sabotage their modest measure of peace. Do they have more to fear from outside, or within?

Slip rescued his mentor from certain death and his district from annihilation, but that was only the beginning. Time to select a warrior to defend the world is running out. The western gods chose Slip. Slip chose Slip. But in the trials, he realizes… he is not ready. The eastern Sci-gods sense weakness in the west and invade with their own chosen warriors to eliminate the competition. One cyborg rises to counter Slip—Daku Atari—and proves to tower over him in both skill and rank. Brought to his knees with no other option, Slip races to the east to win foreign gods' favor.

Wanted: Companion for a reclusive billionaire. Apply online now. It should be so easy. A twelve-month contract with a fat bonus at the end—providing I don't quit. Except when something looks too good to be true, it usually is. Little did I know how interwoven my life is with his. Saving him might cure my own crushing guilt. Or it could break us both. The question is—am I brave enough to find out?

As a teenager, Samantha Johnson wrote a song that went viral in all the wrong ways. A pop song about her love of mozzarella sticks. She hoped for adoration, but instead became a joke for an entire generation. She absolutely does not want to be in the limelight ever again.

Captain Quasar is out of time. Pursued by vengeful Goobalob toll collectors, savage Arachnoid bounty hunters, and formidable Amazonians, Captain Bartholomew Quasar must do whatever he can to keep the crew of the Effervescent Magnitude out of harm's way. All in a day's work - except time is not on his side. Torn from the present to relive his past, he vows to keep mistakes from occurring the second time around. But is he doomed to repeat history? Or can he erase his regrets?

The problem with court politicians is their ability to stab someone in the back repeatedly. Skharr DeathEater, the Barbarian of Theros, friend of dwarves and emperors, is a liability. The mysterious Dealer in Whispers and Death has let it be known in the right ears they can kill Skharr DeathEater - for a hell of a price. The Dealer has never failed to kill their target in the more than 200 years of their existence, and they love a good challenge.

Emperors call him friend. He wanted to retire - now he wears a target on his back. Rumors of dungeons raided, dragons robbed, emperors showering him with gratitude.

You help wipe out the crime lords of a city, and suddenly those in power want you dead or gone. The city's council just needs to figure out how to get him to leave. His axe finished, Skharr needed to deal with getting the prized relic to the DeathEater clan. He decided to exchange a favor, for a favor. The timing couldn't be better.

1988 doesn’t end well for Jessica Abraham. In just one week, she turns 30, loses her day job, and loses the role of Ophelia to a younger actress. Rallying, she goes after a part at a theater outside of the city, but the director’s plan to hide her beauty behind hair, makeup, and wardrobe from Cosmo’s “Don't'' column shakes her confidence to the core. For the first time in her acting career, she won’t be able to rely on her carefully managed physical charms. Only her craft will count.

Known as the age of democracy, the 19th century witnessed the extension of the franchise and the rise of party politics. As Daniel Carpenter shows, however, democracy in America emerged not merely through elections and parties, but through the transformation of an ancient political tool: the petition. A statement of grievance accompanied by a list of signatures, the petition afforded women and men excluded from formal politics the chance to make their voices heard and to reshape the landscape of political possibility.

Pursued by vengeful Goobalob toll collectors, savage Arachnoid bounty hunters, and formidable Amazonians, Captain Bartholomew Quasar must do whatever he can to keep the crew of the Effervescent Magnitude out of harm's way. All in a day's work - except time is not on his side. Torn from the present to relive his past, he vows to keep mistakes from occurring the second time around. But is he doomed to repeat history? Or can he erase his regrets?

Lash by bloody lash, the she-devil from Dallas would get her revenge.