Résultats pour "The Animals" dans Urbain

Find a missing book. That was the job the woman in the Doc Martens gave us. Easy money, right? Only now it seems she's actually an ancient, powerful sorcerer, and the book is a Book of Power that doesn't want to be found. It wants to tear reality apart at the seams, and it'll use anyone it can to do it. So now we've got one spectacularly displeased sorcerer, a hungry, still-missing book, a dentist with bad hygiene, and a neighbourhood having some reality issues to deal with. Plus about a day before the book turns our world - and us - inside out.

Ein romantisches Abenteuer voller Fabelwesen und Magie - für alle Leser*innen von Cassandra Clares "Chroniken der Unterwelt". "'Majestät! Ihr müsst umgehend mit uns kommen.' Äh... Obwohl ich weiß, dass neben mir niemand ist, blicke ich sicherheitshalber nach links und rechts. Der kann ja mit Majestät unmöglich mich gemeint haben." Das Leben der angehenden Journalistin Pamina Candela gerät völlig aus den Fugen, nachdem sie in der U-Bahn mit einem jungen Mann zusammenstößt. Wer ist dieser Typ? Und warum verfolgt er sie?

Das Leben der jungen Hexe Ava verändert sich von einem Tag auf den anderen, als sie sich mit dem Seelentier des Wolfswandlers Caleb verbindet. Hin und hergerissen zwischen dem Wunsch nach Freiheit und atemloser Anziehungskraft, begeben sich die beiden auf eine Reise, um das ungeplante Band wieder zu trennen. Dabei kommen sie einander nicht nur näher, sondern auch einer Intrige auf die Spur, die das Bündnis zwischen Gestaltwandlern und Hexen in den Grundfesten erschüttern könnte.

Without Zilla, there'd be no witches zooming around on their broomsticks and nobody would be allowed an exotic animal as a familiar. She grants permits for a living. Okay, it's not riveting stuff but it's important. The day a cute but pushy pussycat arrives at her apartment complex, so does a grotty old journal full of blank pages. Until now Zilla has enjoyed a simple life: her clean, quiet apartment; a couple of potted plants that she struggles to keep alive. She's not an exceptional woman. She doesn't have many friends. She's never owned a pet … and she most certainly does not want a cat.

I see dead people. And I'm not the only one. They're even on Facebook. The dead are rising, and if we don't stop them before the infection spreads any further, we're going to be knee-deep in the zombie apocalypse before you can say mmm, brains. The only problem is, we don't know why they're rising, who started it, or how to stop them. But G & C London, Private Investigators, are on the case. Just as soon as we get through dealing with disapproving reapers, irate magicians, zombie-fied chickens, and a small internal case of undeadness. Trust us.

Like it or not, when a sorcerer asks you to track a magician, you track a magician. It's that or spend life as a hamster. So we did. But, turns out, the scary magician is the least of our worries. Between raging squirrel mobs, My Little Ravenous sewer monsters, and bungalow-dwelling necromancers with a good line in attack dogs, it's all we can do to keep ourselves the right side of dead. And that's before we stumble onto something far more sinister. Something that makes one dead son look like small carrots. Something that's going to raise an ancient almost-god and bring the world to its knees.