Fantasy Realism

Hatred sent me into his arms. I don't have a problem with Dragons or even Dragon Kings. The last Dragon King of Vix left my people alone, and that's all I want from one of them. He died at the hands of his goddess, and his throne has sat empty for several months, leaving the Kingdom of Vix to floundered. Crime has grown rampant in the crown city of Nuri, gangs freely roaming the streets, and the courtiers have taken over the castle. My king, the Great Luh of the Ricarri, has delighted in the chaos. But now, word has come that a young Dragon has won the crown. He has a rough task ahead of ...

Alaska, 1920: a brutal place to homestead, and especially tough for recent arrivals Jack and Mabel. Childless, they are drifting apart - he breaking under the weight of the work of the farm; she crumbling from loneliness and despair. In a moment of levity during the season's first snowfall, they build a child out of snow. The next morning the snow child is gone - but they glimpse a young, blonde-haired girl running through the trees. This little girl, who calls herself Faina, seems to be a child of the woods.

Winter lasts most of the year at the edge of the Russian wilderness, and in the long nights, Vasilisa and her siblings love to gather by the fire to listen to their nurse’s fairy tales. Above all, Vasya loves the story of Frost, the blue-eyed winter demon. Wise Russians fear him, for he claims unwary souls, and they honor the spirits that protect their homes from evil. Then Vasya’s widowed father brings home a new wife from Moscow. Fiercely devout, Vasya’s stepmother forbids her family from honoring their household spirits, but Vasya fears what this may bring.

In publishing-speak, here's what we at the LQ office sometimes describe as the Queer lovechild of Sholem Aleichem and Philip Roth: Uriel the angel and Little Ash (short for Ashmedai) are the only two supernatural creatures in their shtetl (which is so tiny, it doesn't have a name other than Shtetl). The angel and the demon have been studying together for centuries, but pogroms and the search for a new life have drawn all the young people from their village to America. When one of those young emigrants goes missing, Uriel and Little Ash set off to find her.

It's beginning to look a lot like Faerie. The Faerie Realm is experiencing a growth spurt. Fertility is always welcome among the Fey but this fertile magic has outgrown the realm and is seeping into Earth. Vervain and the God Squad head to the Human Realm to hunt down the wild magic and attempt to send it back to Faerie. But the harder they try to control it, the wilder the magic becomes until it manifests in the most shocking way. Will the Godhunter and her friends be able to tame the magic or is the Earth doomed to become a fey new world?

Métis millennial Lucky St. James is barely hanging on when she learns she’ll be evicted from the tiny Toronto apartment she shares with her cantankerous but loving grandmother Stella. But then one night, something strange and irresistible calls out to Lucky. She burrows through a wall to find a tarnished silver spoon, humming with otherworldly energy, etched with a crooked-nosed witch and the word SALEM.

CHRISTIAN KNIGHTS AND MEDIEVAL CHIVALRY MEET THE MAGICAL PAGAN REALMS. Feisty Catherine defies every Christian doctrine, prayer, and curtsy expected from a daughter of a duke, as her connection to the mystical world fades. When Crown Prince Philip arrives to wed her sister as arranged, their hearts ignite, but the intense attraction is soon smothered by his knightly devotion to the church. For he is sworn to God and throne. Seeking guidance from her missing mentor—the Druidic elder who taught her the Old Ways of alchemical magic—Catherine learns of an ancient prophesy foretelling her ...

My heart's already been broken by one Dragon King; I won't let it happen with another. I'm Commander of the Castle Guard, responsible for the security of the Royal Castle and therefore, in part, the Dragon King of Levahan. The new one. I signed up to serve the last Dragon King, and lost my heart to him. Even now, after he left me for his mate, I still love Belyss. I don't agree with the way he was pushed off the throne or how readily he went. I understand why he did it, but I like the way his dread let it happen. And I certainly don't want to like his replacement. But I do. Too much. King ...

In 1692, Bridget Bishop was hanged as a witch. Two hundred years later, her legacy lives on in the scions of two very different lines: one dedicated to using their powers to heal and help women in need; the other, determined to grasp power for themselves by whatever means necessary. This clash will play out in the fate of Annis, a young woman in Gilded Age New York who finds herself a pawn in the family struggle for supremacy. She'll need to claim her own power to save herself - and resist succumbing to the darkness that threatens to overcome them all.

In Manhattan, a young grad student gets off the train and realizes he doesn't remember who he is, where he's from, or even his own name. But he can sense the beating heart of the city, see its history, and feel its power. In the Bronx, a Lenape gallery director discovers strange graffiti scattered throughout the city, so beautiful and powerful it's as if the paint is literally calling to her. In Brooklyn, a politician and mother finds she can hear the songs of her city, pulsing to the beat of her Louboutin heels.

Brooklyn beauty Delyse’s life takes an unexpected turn when an ancestral connection awakens her dormant magick, plunging her into a world where the spiritual realm intertwines with her everyday reality. Guided by the powerful Yemaya, the orisha of the seas, Delyse navigates a path filled with danger, desire, and discovery. From mysterious gifts imbued with celestial energy to profound tarot readings that reveal her destiny, Delyse must embrace her feminine power and unravel the secrets of her lineage. As she learns to wield her newfound abilities, Delyse finds herself drawn into an ...

Maria... "On the white satin comforter was a vision of caramel perfection. Rose-scented candles grouped about the bed painted her skin in an amber-golden glow. She was wearing one of his crisp white dress shirts and nothing else. The fine Egyptian cotton covered her slight figure to mid-thigh where the abrupt transition from white to warm mocha-colored skin drew his eyes down along long smooth tapered legs to perfectly formed feet with nails painted a deep rose color.In the third Nexus book, things start with an almost routine rescue mission that quickly escalates into the most hazardous ...

“Is this death?” I asked. “This is love,” replied the tiger. Magic apprentice Abalone has just saved the world from the wrath of underwater dragons. But her triumph is short-lived—her father, the great alchemist, demands she marry, expecting her to resign herself to a life of embroidered robes, quiet obedience, and managing household affairs. Abalone, however, has far wilder ambitions. Her heart burns to master fire magic, unravel forbidden rituals, and pursue the ancient mysteries that ignite her very soul. So, on the night of the legendary Dragon Boat Festival, she escapes into ...

Never step in a fairy ring. Those sweet little mushroom rings that seem so harmless are actually patches of Fairy bleeding over into our world. Under Council Law, these rings are pieces of Fairy, and anything that happens within them are outside of Extinguisher jurisdiction. So, when humans start disappearing and a connection is made to fairy-rings, the Human Council's hands are tied. The Extinguishers can't protect humans who willingly enter Fairy... but Ambassador Seren Firethorn can. Seren is called in to investigate, and what begins as a case of missing persons progresses into something...

Return to the Twilight Court. Among the Cherokee there is a legend, a myth about witches who steal from the sick and dying. These witches are called raven-mockers, after the sound they make when they scour the night for victims. The legend is true but the Cherokee got one thing wrong about raven-mockers. They're not witches at all; they're fairies. Now Seren must find proof of their crimes, so she can stop the raven-mockers from breaking the truce between fairies and humans. But what she finds is a truth far more shocking than she ever expected. Delve further into the mysteries of the Fairy...

Three strangers, each isolated by his or her own problems: Adaora, the marine biologist. Anthony, the rapper famous throughout Africa. Agu, the troubled soldier. Wandering Bar Beach in Lagos, Nigeria's legendary mega-city, they're more alone than they've ever been before. But when something like a meteorite plunges into the ocean and a tidal wave overcomes them, these three people will find themselves bound together in ways they could never imagine.

Among the ashes, you can find an ember. After I lost Ara, it felt as if my world had been burned to ash. But among those ashes, I found an ember—myself. I'm now more determined than ever to end this war. I'm going to free Aranren from Death's cage and that will free us all. No more fighting. No more fearing for the lives of my friends and loved ones. Peace. It's the reward every warrior deserves. And I'm going to get it for all of Varr. All I need is one more lover to give me the strength to conquer Death. I've even chosen him. But Lord Vexen is true to his name and is being difficult. I ...

Fantasy, magical realism tale of a young boy dealing with absent parents, an unhappy older brother, foul weather and an ancient evil living right next door.

Faeries are out and proud on Earth and things are finally settling down for them. Vervain and her husband, Azrael, have worked hard to open fey embassies around the world and require faeries to follow the laws of the lands they visit. But the Gods aren't happy. It's bad enough that humans forgot about most of them, but now, they're practically worshiping faeries. Many gods have started impersonating faeries to get a taste of the worship they once had, but one group of gods is too bitter for that. They're pretending to be fey but only to make the Fey look bad. As their assaults grow more and...

Archaeologist Verity Grey has been drawn to the dark legends of the Scottish Borderlands in search of the truth buried in a rocky field by the sea. Her eccentric boss has spent his whole life searching for the resting place of the lost Ninth Roman Legion and is convinced he's finally found it - not because of any scientific evidence, but because a local boy has "seen" a Roman soldier walking in the fields, a ghostly sentinel who guards the bodies of his long-dead comrades.