Résultats pour "Red" dans Science-fiction et fantasy

A savage, hypnotic dive into the lives and deaths of a coven of vampires living in nineteenth-century Paris on the cusp of revolt and revolution, perfect for fans of Silvia Moreno–Garcia, Laura Purcell, and Elizabeth Kostova. Paris, 1869. The Théâtre Saint–Siméon is the place to be, if...

Imprisoned pickpocket Loth isn't sure why a bunch of idiots just broke into his cell claiming they’re here to rescue the lost prince of Aguillon, and he doesn’t really care. They’re looking for a redheaded prince, and he’s more than happy to play along if it means freedom. Then, his cranky cellmate Grub complicates things by claiming to be the prince as well. Now, they’re fleeing across the country, and Loth’s stuck sharing a horse and a bedroll with Grub while imitating royalty, eating eel porridge, and dodging swamp monsters and bandits.

Deep in the Gap where time and space don't follow the rules, Deann of Nova stumbles on a group of people who claim to be her descendants. Now she has to keep them alive, escape the time ship that imprisons them all, and prevent the total annihilation of Sector Nine and the Borelian Clans.

When Daria discovers a breach in the wall while on her patrol, and saves a family from infection by three hungry wolves, Daria herself is saved by a wolf hunter she had believed to be nothing but an urban legend: the Red Hood, Maireni Damaschin. The mysterious woman in a red cloak seems to possess inhuman abilities.

Fallen prophet, master of the elements, and daughter of the supreme Protector, Sanao Mokoya has abandoned the life that once bound her. Once her visions shaped the lives of citizens across the land, but no matter what tragedy Mokoya foresaw, she could never reshape the future. Broken by the loss of her young daughter, she now hunts deadly, sky-obscuring naga in the harsh outer reaches of the kingdom with packs of dinosaurs at her side, far from everything she used to love. 

Off with their heads! Ever since I became the Red Queen all I see is the color red. The blood of all those that dare cross me flows along my courtyard. It paints every surface, even the white roses I planted are now stained permanently. Then I see her, something deep within me wants her to beg for her life as I hold it in my hands. That perfectly porcelain skin marred beneath my knife as the blood stains her skin with just the perfect shade of red. Will I scare the poor little thing back to where she came from, or will I go too far and her head will roll with the rest?

Being the prince of all werewolves sucks. Almost 10 years ago, I did my duty and married a female even though I was desperately in love with an older man. When she died giving birth to a child who could never take the throne, I ran. I left home, shirking my responsibilities, knowing eventually they’d catch up to me. Well, they have. My father now insists I marry a female half my age so I can father a proper heir and secure our rule over the First House for several more generations.