skyesage

My heart was a desperate one, but yours also gave me clues. What would I do without them? After all, it's all my heart's fault, or else we wouldn't be together. Ps: I didn't make the cover, I got it from google, by pure luck I found one that fit the story / synopsis I had written.

skyesage

My heart is desperate, I have to admit, but yours also gave me clues. What would I do without them? After all, it's all my heart's fault, or else we wouldn't be together.

jonasexistiu

In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.

Apolinne

Jon Snow perambula pelas criptas de Winterfell sempre que Lady Stark se encontra em um humor particular. Entre reis e lordes há muito tempo mortos, encontra um segredo que o faz sonhar com desertos que nunca conheceu e uma porta vermelha que não reconhece. Há uma canção no fundo de sua mente, e uma corrente se estendendo em direções opostas em seu coração. E, no meio disso tudo, há uma voz que lhe sussurra ao ouvido, carregada pelo vento do Norte, que o dragão deve ter três cabeças.

Stéphanie Hoshino

Stowe sempre foi o tipo de cidade onde nada realmente acontece...até começar a acontecer vezes demais. Quando jovens garotas começam a aparecer mortas, a detetive Sidney Bennet tenta manter a ordem em meio ao medo crescente e à pressão pública. A chegada de Regan Mancini, um detetive de fora com métodos pouco diplomáticos, desestabiliza não só a investigação, mas tudo o que ela construiu ali. Ele é um corpo estranho: incisivo, impaciente e disposto a atravessar limites que ela aprendeu a respeitar. Entre pistas incompletas, relações cruzadas e silêncios convenientes, a resposta que realmente procuram pode estar no passado que eles insistem em ignorar.

eliomoon

The world they knew no longer exists. Now, all the survivors live in a refuge created by a scientist who died in an attempt to save humanity from something that even he cannot explain. Five years later, his son Victor, who managed to be saved when he was fourteen, and his friends set out to search their new city, which the survivors dubbed the 'New Order'. The quest, which once seemed to be just for fun, turns out to reveal a secret that sparks new hope for the survivors.