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His power is only as good as the skill he possesses to wield it. But there is a reason the former War God fell. He can only dare to imagine what foes lie in wait. He will have to build a team out of a former shield maiden, an elven sorceress intent on hiding her power, a beautiful lycan who doesn't trust anyone, and a mortal-hating fire celestial. What could be hard about that?

Ridmark Arban is the Shield Knight, defender of the realm of Andomhaim. The kingdom of Andomhaim has defeated one invasion of the deadly Heptarchy and its spider-priestesses, but so long as the legions of the Heptarchy hold the Isle of Kordain, Ridmark knows another war is coming. And the Exarch of the Isle wants another war, hoping to conquer Andomhaim for the glory of the Heptarchy. But neither the Shield Knight nor the Exarch realizes that the true lord of the Isle of Kordain desires this war to begin.

The Resistance has won, but it was Pyrrhic victory. With Sanctuary in flames and Nova missing, it's up to Magnus to turn the tides of war against the Legatus. But will it be enough? Amid this turmoil, Ubiquity Prime's subjugation fleet steadily approaches Kelruhn, promising total annihilation. Up against the greatest foes of his life, Magnus must lead his meager forces in a war where failure is not an option, and the fate of two worlds hinges on the actions of one man.

Greymane believed he'd outrun his past. With his school for swordsmanship in Falar, he was looking forward to a quiet life, although his colleague Kyle wasn't as enamored with life outside the mercenary company, the Crimson Guard. However, it seems it is not so easy for an ex-Fist of the Malazan Empire to disappear, especially one under sentence of death from that same Empire.

In the second elven world of Naz'arán, chaos reigns in the south as the demi-god Arzen and his revenant army threaten to destroy everything in their path. Only one elf has the power to turn the tide of war—but he can't even remember who he is. Feldar was brought back to life by the Master Dominie, but his memories are slow to return. In time, he must join the Order of Shirán and find a way to stop Arzen from annihilating Elvendom. But first, he must win the greatest battle of all: the battle raging in his own mind.

"Perfect for fans of Brent Weeks, George R. R. Martin, or David Gemmell . . . . The best traditional epic fantasy I have read in years." — Grimdark Magazine on Engines of Empire “An excellent start to a new series: fast-paced and engaging, with a properly epic setting and a cast of...

He should be dead, but Sorrow is a hard man to kill.

Father Zan insists Chao and Huifen venture north. Ancient ruins await. A divine spire there stands. Their identities must remain hidden. The Divine Flying Tiger Clan's Trials are in two short years.

After years of preparation, House Lysandor finally marches into the Voidlands to reclaim their ancestral birthright—the lost capital of Milaos. But the city has festered under undead dominion for decades, and the servants of the Void cannot allow the Republic to spread its wings. Much is at stake as the servants of the Void push from all sides, the noose tightening around the Republic with each passing year. A failed expedition could mean the end of their family's ambitions and cast the Ferridan Republic into ruin.

The acclaimed political thriller that first introduced the unforgettable Francis Urquhart MP and launched Michael Dobbs’ No 1 bestselling career – now reissued in a new cover. Michael Dobbs’ entertaining tale of skulduggery and intrigue within the Palace of Westminster has been a huge hit...

Alexandra's dungeon has finally been discovered. As news of her existence ripples through the world, empires and kingdoms take notice… and prepare for war. Her isolated dungeon sits between two nations with a rivalry centuries in the making, and neither is willing for the other to control the powerful dungeon that could link their war-torn nations. The Republic will do whatever it takes to enslave her, even if it means an all-out invasion. For Alexandra to keep her freedom, she'll have to form a questionable alliance with a pair of former enemy adventurers.

Reeling from the loss of three kings and a kingdom, the Norse gather in the home of their gods to choose a new ruler and prepare to meet the coming storm. The great host of the crusade will march again, and the people of the North will meet them with steel and shields and the death cries of their heroes.

Esslemont's all-new prequel trilogy takes readers deeper into the politics and intrigue of the New York Times bestselling Malazan Empire. Dancer's Lament focuses on the genesis of the empire, and features Dancer, the skilled assassin, who, alongside the mage Kellanved, would found the Malazan empire.

In the early days of the Omnic Crisis, there were few heroes to be found amid the devastation, or even on the warfront that pushed humanity to the brink. But in Toronto, a brilliant young captain named Vivian Chase refuses to cede her city to the hungry monsters pouring out of the Detroit Omnium. Vivian has yet to meet a lost cause she couldn’t save, even one as dire as this.

The year is 1989. America has just invaded Noriega's Panama. And Specialist Bennett's platoon of Cav Scouts are in country… with, frankly, not a whole lot to do. Until a freak rainstorm somehow transports the entire platoon—Humvees, weapons, and all—to another world. A world controlled by a wicked Aztec god. The Land of the Black Sun. In a heartbeat, the Scouts find themselves fighting for their lives against savage beasts, witches, zombies, subhuman tribes seeking sacrifices… and even themselves.

Teado is a Changer, a shape-shifting military asset trained to win wars. His platoon has been stationed in the Bavares high plains for years, stranded. As they ration supplies and scan the airwaves for news, any news, their numbers dwindle. He's not sure how much time they have left. Desperate and starving, armed with aging, faulty equipment, the team jumps at the chance for a risky resupply mission, even if it means not all of them might come back. What they discover could change the course of the war.

One sunny day, a routine airshow ended with me flying through a portal to another world. Here, warplanes aren’t the only thing in the sky. Oh, and my mind has a tendency to see what others are thinking. Now, amongst airships, beautiful beastkin, floating continents and telepathic powers, I’ll have to pick a side to fight for. When I do, I'll have to prove my loyalty, my skill, and play my part in saving this world from an evil that crossed from my world into this one. On the ground, I’m just a man, but in the air, I’m as powerful as a dragon.

Those who follow the noble art of cultivation know that there's no place for evil in their craft. All that matters is reaching the Heavens, but to do that, one must unlock their Force. The Fallen Star Sect's expedition to the mysterious cave ended in tragedy. Hundreds of their most talented students lost their lives in the dark tunnels. No less horrible was the fate of those who had found themselves at the imperial palace at the time. Nobody could've predicted such a turn of events.

Might is right. This is the primal law of the jungle, and this creed not only rules the animal kingdom, but also shapes the lives of men. Having harnessed the elusive Qi energy, humanity has divided the world into zones and mastered the creation of extraordinary artifacts, edging closer to immortality. Yet, this evolution has only entrenched the fundamental law: power grants privilege. The strongest claim the finest resources as well as the right to rise above others. What chance does an ordinary youth from the neglected zero zone have in such a world?

The heart of a war-like people claimed by a new Face of the Goddess after her heroic, brutal slaying of a corrupted legend, the Goddess moves to press her advantage. War is coming. The battle to decide the West brews toward a fateful defense. Many forces and powers must be salvaged, stirred, and consolidated, not the least of which are the tombs and tomes of the distant past. As always, they beckon. Only deity can answer the call. Mere mortals must hold down the fort…