Résultats pour "Ink" dans Surnaturel

All through the town of Pine Deep, people are having their most precious memories stolen. The monster seems to target the lonely, the disenfranchised, the people who need memories to anchor them to this world. Something is out there. Something cruel and evil is feeding on the memories, erasing them from the hearts and minds of people like Patty and Monk and others.

Eight thousand years of silence is about to scream. The High Court thrives on the "Perfect Lie," a golden frequency designed to bury the truth beneath layers of shimmering deception. But in the humid, jasmine-scented shadows of the Black Lotus Academy, the "Grit" is rising. James Miller is a simple man—a bit of "Salt" in a world of "Gold." He never asked to be the Bridge between the primordial fire of the Dragons and the clinical cold of the Fates.

Brought to you by Penguin. Some books should never be opened. A spellbinding, edge-of your seat thriller, Ink Blood Sister Scribe follows a family tasked with guarding a trove of magical but deadly books, and the shadowy organisation that will do anything to get them back . . . even murder...

In this explosive psychological thriller by New York Times bestselling author Lisa Unger, a young woman’s mysterious gift lands her in the middle of a dangerous investigation of a little girl’s disappearance. For as long as she can remember, twenty-year-old Finley Montgomery has been able to...

Beneath war-torn Europe, a vampire cabal begins devouring history—rewriting the legacy of humankind’s greatest minds into immortal propaganda. Ink fades. Names vanish. But one time traveler refuses silence. He journeys through fractured time to summon four literary titans: Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelley, H. P. Lovecraft, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Together, they form a covenant to fight the vampiric apocalypse—not with swords, but with words. As stories unravel and alternate selves threaten to consume them, these authors must decide: Can memory survive when monsters control the pen?

The island, and the old, crooked house that sits upon it have been in Jonathan’s family for centuries, ever since his ancestor Hamish killed its former resident, Lyndsay – the witch of the loch. As a child, Jonathan witnessed great tragedy there, and blocked all thoughts of the island from his memory. It’s only when he overhears his father discussing the upcoming sale of the island that Jonathan starts to remember more and more about what happened that last summer when he was nine years old.

Let's get THINGS straight: You made up your mind about me and my son the day some prude, who got what she deserved, told you to. Silly you. Cause I'm not Beverly. And I'm not my son either. I'm Momma. And that's just gonna have to be good enough for you. Cause serial killers don't grow on trees, you know. You have to plant them.