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With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears? Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions. Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

[The latest masterpiece by the author of Reverend Insanity] In the heart of a volcano, the mechanical fairy palace left by the ancients longed for a successor. The mother sacrificed her life to obtain the treasure seal of the fairy palace, entrusting it to Ning Zhuo on her deathbed. Buddha Heart Demon Seal! To deliver oneself to enlightenment, and others to demonhood. The bearer of the seal, by lightly engraving the Heart Demon Seal, could control mechanisms as if they were feathers. While others wielded it, exhausted in spirit and heavy in mind; Ning Zhuo could command it with ease, light and graceful as in a dance. Ning Zhuo said, "Mother, your child will surely fulfill your trust and claim that fairy palace!" Indeed: The chance encounter with a spirited secret, where skill merges with supreme logic. Universes open to new realms, where natural beauty rivals the heavens. Ancient bells transmit the law, dancing under the moon's pure radiance. With the true form embodying myriad things, who in the world could contend!

Sequel to Lord of Mysteries

Reborn in a world where martial arts reign supreme, Li Qian becomes a menial disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, assigned as the bell ringer. When ringing the bell, the sacrificial weapon system accidentally awakens, binding his life to the bell as his life-bound sacrificial weapon. As long as he rings the bell, he can enhance the sacrificial weapon. Moreover, the sacrificial weapon has one crucial characteristic. As long as the bell remains unbroken, the host is immortal. From then on, a path of eternal martial arts unfolds before Li Qian. ... Many years later, when the Divine Sword Sect faces a crisis of extermination, countless disciples kneel before the bell platform. "We beseech the ancestor to take action."

Sekuel dari Lord of Mysteries

Born into the prestigious Lu family, the eldest young master was foretold by a master that he would not live past the age of 25. This ominous prophecy clung to him for two decades. On his 20th birthday, fate took a dramatic turn when he accidentally hit a girl with his car. In a moment of compassion, Young Master Lu rushed the girl to the hospital, and from that moment on, their lives became inextricably linked. "Young Master Lu, could you do me a favor? Help me get my mom to divorce my good-for-nothing dad, please?" "Young Master Lu, I've been kidnapped! Do something!" "Young Master Lu, my head hurts..." "Young Master Lu, my stomach aches..." Lu Zechuan, known for his cold and distant demeanor, found himself softening for this petite and delicate girl. He treated her with utmost care, as if she were made of glass, fearing that the slightest mishandling would cause her harm. The world saw Lu Zechuan's unwavering devotion to Xia Mian, a love that penetrated to the very core of his being. Yet, what remained hidden from the world was the truth: it was Xia Mian who held the key to extending Lu Zechuan's life.

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. A Poo Poo Kind of Morning I tried not to look down the mouth of hell staring back at me from inside the glaringly pristine outer ceramic shell of the white throne, my throat catching, stomach doing half flips and a rather impressive rollover routine that would have gotten at least a 9.5 even from the Russian judges. Instead, I forced myself to smile and swallow and remind myself the elbow length yellow rubber gloves grasping the handle of the standard issue plunger were all that stood between me and Pooageddon. Suck it up, Fee. Big girl panties and adulting and all that. “At what point,” I waved the dripping plunger, wincing as droplets of yuck flew, “did I think owning a bed and breakfast was going to be glamorous and romantic?” Fiona Fleming is in so much trouble. Her recently inherited bed and breakfast might not actually be hers thanks to the underhanded misdealings of the local real estate bully. Despite her grandmother's last will and testament, Fee might me out of luck and on the street before she even gets settled. But when her new enemy floats belly up in her koi pond, she's the prime suspect in his murder! Can she uncover who the real killer is before the smoking hot new sheriff puts her behind bars instead of asking her out on a date? Dive into book one of the Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries, and don't miss the exciting sequels!

I was born in the 1980s, and officially stepped into the world of Feng Shui in 2006. Over the past decade, I’ve witnessed mysteries that most would never believe. In 2013, over 100,000 fish died mysteriously in Liaozhong Reservoir… In Tower Bay Street, spirits marched in a ghostly parade… In Wenguantun, shadowy markets rose at dusk… And in front of the Shenyang Imperial Palace, a ghostly princess once sat in her palanquin. Were these the workings of nature — or something far more ancient and unseen? In ten years, I’ve saved lives — and yes, I’ve ruined some too. Feng Shui is like a blade: it bears no evil or virtue. The darkness lies in the hearts of men. This book is not written to boast about my mastery or to chase after the sensational. I write to share a truth: Feng Shui can nurture life — or destroy it. There is no good or evil in the art itself. Only in the human heart.

Silas Sotos started as an outsider, dabbling in arts best left unknown. Now, can he harness his god-touched powers and navigate the treacherous currents of faith, law, and cosmic dread to save a city that barely understands the forces threatening to consume it? And what will be the price of his unique salvation? If you crave a dark fantasy that masterfully blends occult beginnings, thrilling detective work, Lovecraftian horror, and a protagonist whose power is as dangerous as it is extraordinary, then prepare to be captivated. The true shadows of Bayne City are calling.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!