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Thrice-cursed bard and warrior-elf Tamsin wakes up in Elfland after what might or might not have been his death, healed and hale for the first time in millennia. Somewhat confused but not entirely unhappy with this turn of events, he sets off in the hopes of finding a way home ...
Thrice-cursed bard and warrior-elf Tamsin wakes up in Elfland after what might or might not have been his death, healed and hale for the first time in millennia. Somewhat confused but not entirely unhappy with this turn of events, he sets off in the hopes of finding a way home ...
Magic is out of fashion. Good manners never are. Jemis Greenwing returned from university with a broken heart, a bad cold, and no prospects beyond a problematic inheritance and a job at the local bookstore. Ragnor Bella is a placid little market town on the road to nowhere, where Jemis' family affairs have always been the main source of gossip. He is determined to keep his head down under the cover of his new employer's devastating mastery of social etiquette, but falls to the temptation of resuming his friendship with Mr. Dart of Dartington-land agent to his older brother the squire and beloved local daredevil-who is delighted to have Jemis' company for what is, he assures him, only a very small adventure. Ragnor Bella is known as the dullest town in the whole continent, after all. Jemis expected the cut direct. The secret societies, criminal gangs, and cult to the old gods come as a complete surprise. Book One of the Greenwing & Dart series, fantasies of manners-and mischief.
Set in London in 1998, a year after the death of Princess Diana and just as Harry Potter mania is erupting, Still Small Voice is an emotional rollercoaster which looks at a fractured marriage, love, lust and obsession, and the extreme circumstances that might lead an ordinary person to kill.
Northwest Oriole is a land of small countries and many universities, where scholarship is greatly regarded. Choosing a school is thus a matter of great weight, no matter your rank or wealth. Hal has always known where he's going, because he is the Imperial Duke of Fillering Pool, and the dukes have always gone to either Zabour or Tara. Since Zabour fell into the sea, it'll have to be Tara. Theoretically. At some point he'll have to write them. Clary Sage is a novella loosely connected to the Grenwing & Dart series, taking place before those books commence.
Friends by chance--or is it fate?Damian Raske and Jullanar Thistlethwaite are about as different as can be. Damian is a young swordsman, dreaming of being the best in the world, hardly aware of what lies beyond the outskirts of his city, let alone that there is a great empire on the other side of the horizon. Jullanar is a gently-raised young woman from deep inside the Empire of Astandalas, aware that there are worlds beyond its sway but hardly daring to dream she'd ever see outside of her own country, let alone beyond the empire's borders. And yet they both dream of friendship, of adventure, of what else there might be. And it's Jullanar whose exam results turn out to matter in a way no one could expect.The first book of The Red Company, because even the greatest of folk heroes have to start somewhere.
Magic is out of fashion. Outlaws make their own. Jemis Greenwing has seen his father's reputation vindicated, been acknowledged as Viscount St-Noire from his mother's side, slain a dragon, and not incidentally been given a raise. After a chaotic first month back in Ragnor Bella, he's finally feeling confident that he can make it to the Winterturn Assizes and the reading of his stepfather's will without falling headlong into any more disaster. Then he's arrested on suspicion of murder. By magic. Of one of the greatest folk heroes in history. Trained to be a politically radical gentleman-of-leisure, Jemis thought he was doing fairly well as a bookstore clerk. That, of course, is before he ends up on the run in the Arguty Forest confronting highwaymen, illegal distillers, the odd relation, and the Wild Saint-not to mention all the secrets the supposedly least interesting town in the continent can hold. Book Three of Greenwing & Dart, fantasies of manners-and mischief.
Magic is out of fashion. Gambling is merely illegal. Neither law nor common sense has ever stopped anyone in Ragnor Bella from making-or breaking-their fortunes at the table, at the racetrack, and especially at the Dartington Harvest Fair. With Mad Jack Greenwing's only son Jemis finally back from university, this year's betting is bidding fair to be the stuff of legend. Jemis assumes the speculative glances are for his inherited notoriety (and, perhaps, his adventurous first weekend back in town), and is determined to do nothing more than a little light wagering at the Fair. Perhaps one footrace. The odds on his placing are remarkably high-but the real bets are whether he makes it to the starting line at all. Lost heirs. Botanizing dukes. Riddling dragons. High Gothic melodrama. And all that's just to get his name in the race. Book Two of Greenwing & Dart, fantasies of manners-and mischief.
What the gods want, they take. Sometimes the gods take a mortal to be their beloved. The stories say those left behind should rejoice. Pali's sister Sardeet was taken by the Lord of the Blue Wind-but there is something strange and terrible about the god, and Pali does not believe that justice is only for men. Through the gates of the eastern mountains pass only the gods, the dead, and the heroes of legend. Mere mortals do not go farther than the tombs lining the roads of the Middle Desert. But Pali is no ordinary young woman, and her sister is on the other side of the mountains.
A promise is a promise ... Portia MacArthur is possibly the best courier in the galaxy. Severely scarred from a training accident, she prefers the solitude of space to social interactions, especially ones involving her family. Vlad Millington, new Generalissimo of the Kinrod Syndicate, is a noted rake of galactic fame about to choose his bride. When Portia and Vlad were ten, she promised him she would be there on the day of his betrothal with a fleet of spaceships. Nothing-not social disgust, not her brother's idiocy, not a mysterious interstellar predator, not even the black hole in the centre of the galaxy-will stop her from keeping that promise. She just hopes Vlad's still worth it.
East of the Sun ... West of Astandalas ... As far away from anywhere as it is possible to be and still be civilized, there is tower. To its east is an endless abyss; to the north and south are grassy dunes haunted only by birds; and to the west is the sea. Far on the other side of the silver horizon is the Empire of Astandalas, which holds together five worlds in a net of magic. It has one inhabitant. Exiled to the tower at sixteen, a nameless young man is content to perform his rituals, read his books of poetry, and fulfil his destiny tending to the magic that anchors the Empire. He has been very carefully trained not to wonder about anything else. One day he finds a key.
Magic is out of fashion.>The journey home from Orio City was supposed to be straightforward. Avoid being captured by brigands or agents of the criminal gangs; try not to cause any further spiritual or magical shocks; and make it over the mountains before winter closes in. A sudden blizzard drives Jemis and his friends to seek refuge in an eccentric country gentleman's even more eccentric house. They only want to stay out the storm without revealing all their secrets: but the other guests have secrets of their own, and Mr. Dart's ability to hear the inanimate has some unforeseeable consequences ... Blizzards. Unicorns. Ciphers. Noblesse oblige. A budding romance. And that's before the murder.>.Book Five of Greenwing & Dart, fantasies of manners--and mischief.
Before the Fall of the Empire of Astandalas, the Red Company was legendary. A dozen or so years after that cataclysm, they have almost faded into myth.Pali Avramapul may not have gone under her own name since the dissolution of the Red Company, but she is no myth, and has certainly not faded. She fights folly and injustice as fiercely as ever-although, as a respected scholar of history at one of the Circle Schools of Alinor, she now tends to use her tongue and pen more than her sword. She still keeps the sword sharp, of course. You never know when adventure will come calling.She expects her sabbatical to be a decorous, respectable sort of adventure, the kind with which she can regale her colleagues in the Senior Common Room upon her return.She's not very upset when she finds one or two of her old friends and it turns out the adventure is much more likely to involve a plot to kidnap the Last Emperor of Astandalas. There's respectable, after all, and then there's respectable.
A retelling of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice set in a mostly-real modern London ...Behind the corners of our world, there is magic.As the Lord of Ysthar, Raphael Amian is responsible for it. An honest man, his lies are legion. An infamous recluse, his social circle includes Scheherezade, Shakespeare, and the Crown Prince of Fairyland. He is a great mage to his enemies, a movie star to strangers, and a hundred pseudonymous half-lives to history. He is dutifully trying to prevent the end of the world when his long-lost twin brother Kasian gate-crashes his life.Raphael is prepared to sacrifice his soul, his reputation, and his crown to save his beloved Ysthar. Saving himself is another matter entirely.There is magic. It's not enough.
People create new opportunities and conditions in response to change, and these responses are influenced by gender and age. This collection examines responses to development and social and political change through this prism of gender.
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