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The desert Empire of Yurfa is having trouble with a dragon and could use a Dragon Hunter to deal with it. A Dragon Hunter like Mark. Armed with his magical sword, a handy crossbow, and a staff to direct his psychic powers, Mark and his all-female airship crew of the Rum Runner embark on a perilous journey through the clouds for their next dragon to slay. Their quest won’t be easy. The dragon cult has expanded and found new allies in Yurfa’s deserts. Adding to that, the cult’s new pet isn’t your typical dragon.

I thought I'd left my old life behind me. But then I found myself with a job I couldn't refuse - a counselor at Beldame, a mysterious manor with even more mysterious guests. These guests have problems, which they want me to solve. Professionally, I could deal with humans and their issues - my massive student debt was evidence of that. But these guests aren't human. At least not entirely.

Davik of Darkshire is one of the last Magebreakers who survived the Summoner War. In that brutal conflict, expendable conscripts were engraved with runes of resistance and hardiness, turning them into the scourge of warcasters. Using his augmentation to forge a storied career, he has battled through epic adventures, ambushes, and dungeons for the last decade.

The Hero of Humanity—the man summoned to slay the Demon King—he went and destroyed all who wronged him, humans and gods included. At the end of his bloody campaign, he had nothing left. He retired to a humble cottage built from the divine, wood of the World Tree that he chopped down. All was well until, one day, the world shook. The Hero wanted nothing to do with it and went to sleep. The next day, he went outside and saw that his property had been transferred to yet another world.

The Hero of Humanity—the man summoned to slay the Demon King—he went and destroyed all who wronged him, humans and gods included. At the end of his bloody campaign, he had nothing left. He retired to a humble cottage built from the divine wood of the World Tree that he chopped down. All was well until one day, the world shook.

I was working a shift at the refinery when the asteroids first appeared. Before humanity could even respond, they struck and changed our world into a wasteland of ashes and dust. But they also changed me. I became a Prodigy, a powerful cultivator.

How does one measure the worth of a Knight? By battles won, foes slain, and kingdoms conquered? Aye, there is glory to be had in the clash of blades and the spilling of blood. But what does strength of arm mean when one is maidenless? How hollow the cries of victory, when they ring through an empty castle and echo against a cold bed? Know, then, that that the true measure of a Knight is the love of a good Maiden—Or two. Or three. Or more... You will find thirteen tales of romance, heroism, and valor.

Davik of Darkshire thought he’d found peace in Oakshire—until a deadly mage shattered that calm. After racing for answers and finding none, the group tries to settle back into their routine at the tavern. But as winter fades, secrets—both old and new—begin to surface. One of them belongs to Tyra. Her faen birthright is being auctioned off in the shadows of an outlawed festival. Without it, she’ll never heal the wounds of her past or build the future she longs to create. The group knows the dangers that lie ahead in Hollyhead, but they can’t let Tyra face them alone.

The retired hero of humanity—the man who decided to hide in his woodland cottage after his bloody business was done—has finally gained access to the dungeon beneath his cottage. Levels, gear, challenges, heart-pumping—and risk-free, non-dramatic, non-world-ending—scenarios await the hero, his devoted wolf-woman partner, his pet plant monster girl, and their cottage guests.

The Retired Hero of Humanity—the man who decided to hide in his woodland cottage after his bloody business was done—has gone on vacation at the insistence of one his house guests. A long forgotten dream stirs in his chest. Jericho wants to give a go at being a merchant and selling his wares at a seaside town's festival. He's never been a merchant before, but it always looked so fun, so why not? Giselle is happy to oblige; she just wants to see Jericho enjoy himself. Jericho is eager to see how far his woodcarving skills will take him. Will he be the king of figurines?

A lot has changed since I turned twenty-three and gained access to the Halls of Magic. Back then, I was stuck in a dead-end job, plagued by a metabolic disorder destined to put me in an early grave. Since accessing the Halls of Magic, I've discovered a cure for my condition, but only if I can unlock all five Aspects of magic. Armed with a spellbook straight out of an RPG, a sarcastic feline familiar, and the adoration of two beautiful Aspects—who are still learning how to be human—I feel unstoppable. But the Halls aren’t as empty as we had thought.

I thought I was destined for an early grave. Apparently, fate had other plans for me. My name is Jake. After twenty-three years of life, all I have to my name is a dead-end job and an undiagnosed metabolic disorder that has the doctors baffled. Everything changed on my birthday when I found a magical key that followed me home. It led me to the Halls of Magic, a multiversal repository of arcane knowledge that will allow me the chance to cure my broken body and unlock arcane power.

Welcome to Dragons & Damsels! Come, come, have a seat. We have a special treat for you. Look behind me—do you see those names on the wall? Yes, I see you recognize some of them. They've given me something wondrous, wondrous indeed. Right here in this tome are tales that are meant to excite, arouse, and sate a listener's soul with action, lust, and adventure.

After purchasing a mysterious tome from a popup bookstore, Donald is targeted by a mysterious entity hungry for his deepest fears. However, the line between fear and desire can sometimes be a blurry one, and this clown girl will do anything to ensure she gets enough to eat.

All I wanted was a burrito. My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel. Now I have to fight monsters, free spirits, and run a mystical hotel. I'm clearly not qualified, but when has that ever stopped anyone from doing anything.

Cole was working a shift at the refinery when the apocalypse came a-knocking. However, Earth wasn’t destroyed — no, the apocalypse changed our world. It changed Cole, too; he became a Prodigy, a powerful cultivator.

I thought I'd left my old life behind me. But then I found myself with a job I couldn't refuse—a counselor at Beldame, a mysterious manor with even more mysterious guests. These guests have problems, which they want me to solve. Professionally, I could deal with humans and their issues—my massive student debt was evidence of that. But these guests aren't human. At least not entirely. One thing's for certain—the boundaries are about to blur at Beldame. And I'll be plucking more than a few forbidden fruits from its garden.

Mark wanted to clock out of work, like an average guy to have an average night. After a dust storm envelops him, Mark awakes in the mythical land of Lathinia where adventure awaits. Armed with a legendary sword and a very unique mount, he learns there's a skill point system that rules the land.

I was shredding a monster guitar solo then died on stage in a freak accident. Reborn, I discovered I was a mage with the power to control metal and kick ass! The Goddess of Chaos has set me loose in the Shimmerlands, a magic world under threat by a total buzzkill named Lord Manageer. He's banned magic, music, and everything that brings pleasure to the people. He must be stopped.

Correctional officers get a bad rep. But in our case, it's fully justified. We're not good people. We're guard dogs. As twisted as the inmates we patrol, courtesy of the monster who created us. Prisoners ourselves on an island of manipulation, we've spent years drowning in vices to dull reality. If these walls could talk, I'm telling you, they'd scream.