Luscuro is plagued by a mysterious illness. It seems to be incurable, and the elemental powers don’t help quite the opposite!At the same time, Notio is preparing for the placement ceremony that decides where Dawn and the other second-year aspirants will serve their apprenticeship. Most are sent to their respective Sixter towns, but Dawn’s name lands in another, more dangerous location.Should she accept the Goddess’ decision? Or even worse: Should she oppose it?An enigmatic realm begins to ...

“Keep it still.” Norell reaches out to hold it still, but she has barely released the locket before it starts swaying back and forth again.“It’s swinging towards Notio. It wants to go inside!” Reynir clenches his fists. “This is Wheedler magic.”The locket flickers as if it’s hidden behind a cloud of smoke.“Dark magic,” I gasp. “The necklace is enveloped in dark magic!”Notio is rife with uncertainty. The vengeful Wheedlers are waiting outside the town walls, Reynir’s survival depends on the...

“Aaa-ruuun!” I shout with all my might.The wall of the Abandoned Districts is just as high, colourless, and quiet as always.“ARUN!” My throat is dry and rough. With every call, the name is slowly losing its meaning.“Find ... Arun,” Akela’s voice echoes in my head. “Help.”The Final Battle is over, so why won't Luscuro's imbalance go away? Another wave of the element plague hits. It’s quick and deadly.The Wheedler King and Sora's supporters may be behind it, but they are nowhere to be found....

Liekit sihisevät ja tanssivat. Rimpuilen köysissäni, ja tunnen miten köysi pureutuu ihoon. Väkijoukon manaus vain kasvaa: Noita, noita, noita! Musta kiila halkaisee liekkimeren, se näyttää leijuvan ilmassa ja laajenevan. Liekit, kipinät ja tuhka pyyhkiytyvät tuuleen ja katoavat mustuuteen. Seuraavaksi minäkin lennän pimeyteen.1600-luvun Tanskassa noituudesta rangaistaan kuolemalla. Kun neljätoistavuotias Dawn päätyy perusteettoman syytöksen perusteella roviolle, liekit eivät vahingoitakaan...

"If I could, I’d give it ten stars!""I was spellbound from the first page and I still am.""It’s like the book was written from a list of everything I love about fantasy."- Goodreads reviewersThe flames of the fire dance and hiss. I writhe in my ropes. They tear at my skin. The voices of the mob resound in my mind: “Witch, witch, witch!” A dark rift cuts through the fire with a roar. The rift expands. Flames, embers, and ashes whirl into the darkness. I’m flung into the darkness as well. In...

Bålets flammer danser og hveser.Jeg vrir meg. Repene flår huden.Tilskuernes rop etser seg inn i min hjerne:«Heks, heks, heks!»En mørk sprekk flenger ilden med et høyt brøl.Sprekken utvider seg. Flammer, glør og askehvirvler inn i mørket.Jeg blir slynget samme vei..I 1600-tallets Aalborg straffes trolldom med døden, og før 14-årige Gry vet ordet av det, sender en hekseanklage henne på bålet. Men de kraftige flammene brenner henne ikke som de skal. I stedet tvinger mystiske krefter henne utp...

En actionfyldt vælg selv handlingen-roman, hvor hver beslutning, du tager, vil have enorme konsekvenser!Groteskernes hersker finder sted i en verden, hvor der kun er tre beboede øer tilbage: Overøen, Midterøen og Underøen, alle sammen omringet af grotesker – muterede væsner, der truer med at fortære alt.På Midterøen bor Sander og hans venner. Men øen er et fængsel af regler, skam og evig frygt. Sammen med Amara, Miki og Elias trodser Sander øens tyranni og sejler ud i det ukendte. Bag grot...

"If I could, I’d give it ten stars!""I was spellbound from the first page and I still am.""It’s like the book was written from a list of everything I love about fantasy."- Goodreads reviewersThe flames of the fire dance and hiss. I writhe in my ropes. They tear at my skin. The voices of the mob resound in my mind: “Witch, witch, witch!” A dark rift cuts through the fire with a roar. The rift expands. Flames, embers, and ashes whirl into the darkness. I’m flung into the darkness as well. In...

“Keep it still.” Norell reaches out to hold it still, but she has barely released the locket before it starts swaying back and forth again.“It’s swinging towards Notio. It wants to go inside!” Reynir clenches his fists. “This is Wheedler magic.”The locket flickers as if it’s hidden behind a cloud of smoke.“Dark magic,” I gasp. “The necklace is enveloped in dark magic!”Notio is rife with uncertainty. The vengeful Wheedlers are waiting outside the town walls, Reynir’s survival depends on the...

Luscuro is plagued by a mysterious illness. It seems to be incurable, and the elemental powers don’t help quite the opposite!At the same time, Notio is preparing for the placement ceremony that decides where Dawn and the other second-year aspirants will serve their apprenticeship. Most are sent to their respective Sixter towns, but Dawn’s name lands in another, more dangerous location.Should she accept the Goddess’ decision? Or even worse: Should she oppose it?An enigmatic realm begins to ...

“Aaa-ruuun!” I shout with all my might.The wall of the Abandoned Districts is just as high, colourless, and quiet as always.“ARUN!” My throat is dry and rough. With every call, the name is slowly losing its meaning.“Find ... Arun,” Akela’s voice echoes in my head. “Help.”The Final Battle is over, so why won't Luscuro's imbalance go away? Another wave of the element plague hits. It’s quick and deadly.The Wheedler King and Sora's supporters may be behind it, but they are nowhere to be found....