Résultats pour "Das Tor" dans Dystopique

Im post-revolutionären Ägypten bestimmt das Tor über das Schicksal der Menschen. Ein nicht näher benanntes Land im Nahen Osten: Seit der Niederschlagung der Revolution brauchen die Bürger für jede noch so kleine Kleinigkeit in ihrem Leben die Genehmigung des Staates - sei es für die Überweisung zum Arzt oder für die Erlaubnis, Brot zu kaufen. Um die zu erhalten, müssen sie sich vor einem riesigen Tor anstellen, das angeblich jeden Tag nur einer gewissen Anzahl an Anträgen stattgibt.

Marcus was never a hero... and he never wanted to be. He never wanted a lot of things. He didn't want to go to school for a pointless degree. He didn't want to be an office drone, working nine-to-five to barely make ends meet. Most importantly, he didn't want to play by other people's rules. He wanted to do things his way and live life on his terms. Some people might have called him a criminal, but he called it freedom. Too bad it got him killed. When everything changed, death didn't take like it used to.

All is not well in Arch City. Grave has won the respect of the therians, but at what cost? His people have been attacked, so it's time to do what a supervillain does best... get revenge. But even if he squashes the rival gang like a bug, other, more powerful foes are circling. Ranger is still hunting him, but he has a plan for the world's strongest man, while other threats south of the border have noticed the new player in town. To face them, he needs to master his magic and marshal his resources. Speaking of resources, there is a problem with the money. A problem he has to fix personally.

With Pack defeated, Marcus is now King of the Therians, but he quickly learns there is a difference between sitting on the throne of your defeated foe and running a kingdom. Before Pack's body is cold, he faces resistance from the Chosen and needs to find those he can trust among the conquered masses. Balancing expectations while charting a new path for all Therians is more difficult than he expected.

I’m scrounging for food in an abandoned Bel Air mansion when an angel catches me - and I try to kill him. Instead of swatting me like a mortal fly, he strikes the ground with his sword...and I’m transported, wounded and alone, to some kind of medieval science-fiction fantasy world. There must be some reason the archangel - all gorgeous, bloody perfection with massive wings and a deadly kilt - spared me. No mortal is supposed to remember when the angels fell. But I do, and I’m marked with a secret that could turn the tables, and send this beautiful angel straight to hell.