Our future is the past, and the present is forever altered by it. Science is both the liberator and the destroyer: Creating heroes and villains alike. Three children find themselves living in a world of vicious cycles, subject to the whims of ages long past. Torn from their families by a combination of greed, politics, and circumstance; this is their story - Their loss of innocence
Our future is the past, and the present is forever altered by it. Science is both the liberator and destroyer. Old ways are torn from the pages of history. Lost and alone, three children must forge friendships despite impossible odds.This is the story of the ties that bound them.
Strangers don't come to Storybrooke. The town's residents are victims of a curse--trapped by an Evil Queen in a world without magic, they don't remember that they were once Snow White, Prince Charming, Jiminy Cricket, and other characters from a fairytale world. The curse keeps them in Storybrooke, and keeps everyone else out...until a dark stranger with a typewriter arrives on a motorcycle. August, the mysterious newcomer, claims to be in Storybrooke because, as a writer, the town inspires him. As the other characters discover, though, he knows more about fairytales than he lets on. With one foot in the nonmagical world, one foot in fairytale land, and both hands on a typewriter, August is the perfect narrator to tell fans the story of ONCE UPON A TIME's first season and ready them for a surprise in the next.
Our future is the past, and the present is forever altered by it. Science is both the liberator and the destroyer: Creating heroes and villains alike. Three children find themselves living in a world of vicious cycles, subject to the whims of ages long past. Torn from their families by a combination of greed, politics, and circumstance; this is their story - Their loss of innocence
After seventeen-year-old Thais Allard loses her widowed father in a tragic car accident, she is forced to leave the only home she’s ever known to live with a total stranger in New Orleans. New Orleans greets Thais with many secrets and mysteries, but none as unbelievable as the moment she comes face to face with the impossible—an identical twin, Clio. Thais soon learns that she and the twin she never knew come from a family of witches, that she possesses astonishing powers, and that she, along with Clio, has a key role in Balefire, the coven she was born into. Fiery Clio is less than thrilled to have to share the spotlight, but the twins must learn to combine their powers in order to complete a rite that will transform their lives and the coven forever.
Our future is the past, and the present is forever altered by it. Science is both the liberator and the destroyer: Creating heroes and villains alike. Three children find themselves living in a world of vicious cycles, subject to the whims of ages long past. Torn from their families by a combination of greed, politics, and circumstance; this is their story - Their loss of innocence
The Wheel of Times turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. In the Third Age, and Age of Prophecy, the World and Time themselves hang in the balance. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.
'Book of Fire is dystopian with a difference...This was such an exciting read...’ – Katharine Corr, co-author of The Witch's Kiss Trilogy Life outside the domes is not possible. At least that’s what Insiders are told.
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.Of course they lived at 14 [their house number on their street], and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.
