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Meet a cat called Cecilia, a disgruntled android named Doris, and a weasel called Popgoes and discover that with enough tea and dark chocolate you can achieve anything.

"Maybe I am," said Alistair, "But there are monsters worse than me in this world. You are lucky, Joshua; lucky you have me to protect you. I was not so fortunate." Alistair took a long breath in and exhaled slowly, "neither was my mother...."

When Miri receives a silver cat charm from her omama on the night before she dies, she has no idea that the charm holds a secret, a powerful magic that saved her omama's life and is about to make Miri's a whole lot more interesting.

Lo último que Susie esperaba en la mañana después del apocalipsis eran sandías. Lo último que Na'ima esperaba era viajar a Marte. Pero, ¿Habrá Sandías en Marte?

The last thing Susie expected on the morning after the apocalypse was watermelons. The last thing that Na'ima expected was that one day she would be flying to Mars. But will there be watermelons on Mars?

Many years ago, Kiana, the builder of the stones, fashioned two precious cotulae, one with chestnut strands, the other with gold. The stones foretold a prophecy, one that was destined to change the course of history. Today Kiana has a new task. She is to fashion seven unique cotulae, one with each color of the rainbow, and imbue each with a spell. Then she is tasked with distributing those spells to the important players in the prophecy. Problem is one of the most important players is trapped in Umbrae in the Dominion of the Tegs. How will Kiana complete her crucial task?

It is the P.A.W.S. Institute of the Midwest’s turn to host Rhyfedd, an ancient puzzle hunt that brings students from all the around the globe to compete in a battle of wits.. But once the hunt has started, it is clear that someone is meddling, but who? And what is the connection between the strange puzzles and the charm worn by Doris, the animagus dormouse from New York? And how does the mysterious Cazique fit into this? It is all rather puzzling!

The Great Zog of Manus Wu gazed down at it and decided it was a sign. The time of the gathering of the avians was almost nigh. Of course it could have been because he was molting, but what would be poetic or prophetic about that? And the Great Zog was convinced he was a prophet, a wielder of magic. He decided they would come here. And he would announce their arrival. Birds from around the globe would flock and glory in their feathered beauty and his, of course.

Deep in the battlefield Akash lay. He’d been lying in the same spot now for twenty years, waiting. Today was the day, he could feel it. The war raged around him. He loved the glorious smell of death and flames. He longed to be part of it all. But to emerge he needed a host or else he’d be nothing but a single spark. True, if the spark hit just so the fire could be glorious. But once it was out he’d be gone, spent.