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In this year’s sampler, you’ll also find selections from the Battlefront videogame tie-in novel and from a pair of gripping titles that fill the gaps between Episodes VI and VII.
Plus, don’t miss four Star Wars short stories presented in their entirety: “Bait” by Alan Dean Foster, “Inbrief” by Janine K. Spendlove, and “Blade Squadron” and “Blade Squadron: Zero Hour” by David J. Williams and Mark S. Williams!
BLOODLINE by Claudia Gray
Taking place in the years before the events of The Force Awakens, this thrilling novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Lost Stars recounts the birth of the Resistance as witnessed by Leia Organa.
THE FORCE AWAKENS by Alan Dean Foster
The acclaimed novelization of Star Wars: Episode VII: The Force Awakens, the international megahit film directed by J. J. Abrams, Alan Dean Foster’s sweeping narrative “gives us glimpses of an even more vast, unseen universe,” raves The Washington Post.
AFTERMATH by Chuck Wendig
The second Death Star has been destroyed, the Emperor killed, and Darth Vader struck down. Devastating blows against the Empire, and major victories for the Rebel Alliance. But the battle for freedom is far from over.
BATTLEFRONT: TWILIGHT COMPANY by Alexander Freed
A companion novel inspired by the blockbuster videogame Star Wars: Battlefront, this action-packed adventure “effortlessly thrusts readers onto the frontlines of the Galactic Civil War in a gripping tale” (New York Daily News).
"What are you?"
A simple question with a not-so-simple answer for seventeen-year-old Story, who finds herself, a lone human, thrust in the middle of a war between creatures she once thought only existed in faerie tales.
A massive polar bear towered over her, his mouth twisted into an animalistic grin.
“You’re sick, Geamhradann.”
“I’m so glad you remember me.” The Winter King sat down on his haunches and licked one of his dinner plate sized paws clean of drying silver blood. “And I’m feeling quite well, thank you very much.”
Story rubbed her hands over her arms against the freezing wind. She couldn’t feel her feet any longer, and though her head told her to run, she knew it was no good. Geamhradann would catch her as soon as she moved. She looked around for a weapon, a rock, a chunk of ice, anything to throw at him to force him to break his concentration and therefore loosen his hold on her in the dreamscape, so she could wake up.
“You should know better, half-blood. You can’t hurt me here.”
Story must face an evil greater than any she's encountered before. As darkness looms over Ailionora, Story, her companions, and all of the races of Ailionora band together to fight for their very survival.
“And why would I do that?” Story folded her arms over her chest.
A branch from the sidhe’s hair glided out in front of her, bearing a single, small acorn. “Because I poisoned Eírnin.”
One of the tattoos on her shoulder coalesced into a live oak leaf, and she plucked it before standing up and holding it out toward Story. “And if you want the antidote, you will bring me what I seek.”
Story lunged for the leaf, but the Autumn Princess was too quick and crushed it in her hand. “You have until winter’s first frost reaches him. Then, he dies.”
Without waiting for a response, Metirreonn disappeared in a scattering of red-gold leaves and sparks.
Six months after arriving in the world of Ailionora, Story finds herself once again on a quest; only this time it is not to save a dying race but the life of the elf she loves. Along the way, she must face the consequences of her previous choices and battle with enemies both old and new while she races against time.
“Engagingly demonstrates that readers of all ages can get drawn into a world of magic and adventure.”— Karen Lyon, The Hill Rag
The elf queen motioned from the two Seasons back to the elf by her side. “This is Ealis. She will accompany the Spring Prince on his journey and assist him as needed.”
“What?” Morrigann’s jaw dropped, and he tore his gaze from Ealis back to the Summer Queen. “What journey?”
His mother silenced him with a look. “A half-blood has a been found.”
Turning back to the mage, the Spring Prince found her meeting his gaze steadily, almost with a note of challenge. Her silver eyes, while maintaining the typical elvish aloofness Morrigann had come to expect over the years, narrowed as she glared, actually glared at him.
“Mother, I must object. I am the Lord of the Spring! Bringer of life. If I cannot recover a simple half-blood on my own—”
“This is no simple half-blood.”
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This fourth book in the War of the Seasons series includes a never-before-published novella as well as ten short stories written by Spendlove and other authors, including: Bryan Young, Maggie Allen, Cleolinda Jones, Albin Johnson, and Aaron Allston. Each story is beautifully illustrated by artists Betsy Waddell, Stephanie Smith, and Dawn Murphy.
What Divergent’s factions have in common with one of psychology’s most prominent personality models
The biology of fear: where it comes from and how Tris and the other Dauntless are able to overcome it
Full-page maps locating all five faction headquarters and other series landmarks in today’s Chicago, based on clues from the books
Plus a whole lot more, from why we love identity shorthand like factions to Tris’ trouble with honesty to the importance of choice, family, and being brave
With a dozen smart, surprising, mind-expanding essays on all three books in the trilogy, Divergent Thinking provides a companion fit for even the most Erudite Divergent fan.
Maria V. Snyder and Jenna Snyder
Jennifer Lynn Barnes
Janine K. Spendlove
The future, it would seem, is no better than the past, as some animals become expendable weapons or augmented semi-machines, while others receive the honor and dignity of being treated as fellow soldiers.
In tribute, we bring you seventeen stories of our animal comrades-in-arms.
member of the hunter clan, everyone else knew it as well. My life became nothing but
the hunt then. Years of arrows and stalking. Targets and trails.
But Adair, she was different. She was new.
She was wild.
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This short story features trilogy favorites, Adair the dryad and Eisrus the elf, in a back story to War of the Seasons: The Half-blood.
Surprise! I’m not dead. At least not at the moment, though not for lack of trying on a certain sadistic faerie prince’s part. But I digress – yes, I survived the fall, & injury free at that. I’m sorry for waiting so long to tell you, but believe me when I say this was literally the first chance I had to do so.
I know even if I tell you not to that you’ll still worry about me, so I won’t bother. That said, please know that as of this writing I’m alive & well, & more importantly, happier than I’ve been in a very long time. I promise I’ll tell you all about it when I get back – it’s a pretty crazy story for sure.
Also, you’d better believe that as soon as I get back I’ll race you to the pond!
A light knock sounded at the door. Anxiety and anticipation tore through Eilath. Ever since arriving at the queen’s island, the elf had been both dreading and hoping for this moment. When his eyes had first met hers across the marble hallway, so much had been communicated between the two of them. Yellow fear and orange shock on the queen’s part and, surprisingly enough, a swirl of hope.
What must she think of me? Coming back here to her island instead of his own family’s, especially after all this time away.
He rested his hand on the highly polished brass doorknob—a luxury in their metal deprived world—and took a deep breath.
He opened the door, and there she stood, nearly as tall as he, but vastly more elegant and beautiful. He knew in that moment that she still firmly possessed his heart.
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Two lovers separated for a hundred years by their own selfish behavior. After all this time, can the queen and the minstrel make amends and reunite, or will their elvish pride keep them apart forever?
Milt knew better than to go spelunking alone in his favorite caving system. If anything happened to him, like falling down a deep shaft and breaking his leg, he’d probably die before anyone found him, and that suited him just fine. He expected to be thrilled, and he expected to have a great time. What he didn’t expect was to encounter a naked, half-drowned, red-headed woman making her way up to the main cavern entrance.