Adamic is the language of the Gods. When spoken, it has the power to create worlds, to raise the dead, to make man as God. Fortunately, no one has spoken it in thousands of years. The only remnants are the written spells.The people of Cavernum depend on these spells. They’re etched into the city walls, fending off the feeders—deadly creatures with a thirst for human blood. They kill and consume any caught beyond the walls. Yet for the lower class, Cavernum isn’t mu...

• A LIFE-CHANGING CURE: Imagine turning 16 and discovering your blood holds the ultimate medical miracle...• THE ULTIMATE BOUNTY: Bernard goes from an ordinary teen to the world's most valuable asset...Imagine if your blood were the cure for cancer. Winning the lottery would be a life-changer, but it wouldn't begin to compare with this. I have a cursed life. On my 16th birthday, I donated blood—yes, quite the deviation from...

I thought hiding my parents on a remote island made me a genius. Turns out, the bad guys have GPS, and now my parents are gone. So here is my totally foolproof, completely sane new plan: walk into a hospital, convince a bunch of skeptical doctors that my blood literally kills cancer, and use them to broker a multi-million-dollar deal with Big Pharma. Easy, right? I just need to sell my body to science before the clock runs out on their lives.

The hunt intensifies in Part III of the pulse-pounding YA serial thriller.Just a few drops of Bernard's blood can make miracles happen. Unfortunately, those same drops have put a massive target on his back. Now, Bernard and his trusted ally Alexis are forced into a high-stakes game of smoke and mirrors. To protect Bernard from being hunted by big pharma and desperate syndicates, they must bury the truth deep. But orchestrating a flawless cover-up is easier said tha...

Worst Superpower Ever.So yeah, my blood is basically magic. Cures the worst disease known to humanity. Cool party trick, right? Except it turned me into the most wanted person on the planet — not in the cool FBI-profile way, but in the everyone-wants-to-drain-me-like-a-juice-box way.I just pulled off an escape — well, my friends pulled it off, I mostly tried not to die — and now I'm "safe" in some glorified hideout that smells like old takeout and broken pr...