Ninth House meets The Hazel Wood in this spellbinding conclusion to the New York Times bestselling Drowned Gods Trilogy, a gorgeous dark academia fantasy following a teen mage and her friends on their desperate quest through worlds and time!Fate cannot be broken—not even by the gods who serve it. Emory refuses to lose Romie again. Her friend's fate hangs in the balance as the monstrous Clover plans to use her as a sacrifice to steal power from the deity Atheia—and make himself into a proper god. To stop Clover, Emory needs the help of Atheia's dark counterpart, Sidraeus. Yet this enigmatic deity cannot be trusted, and if Emory is to ally with him, she must invoke an ancient magic to keep him tethered to her side. Meanwhile, in the divine workshop of the god of balance, Baz learns he has a role to play in the coming fight to save the crumbling worlds and their weakening magics. Yet all he can think of is Kai...

A defiant yet tender memoir about drag culture and bipolar disorder that reveals the hard-earned truths of being queer in the American Midwest In Drag Thing, Gabe Montesanti recounts her immersive entrance into St. Louis drag culture performing as Fender Bender, a drag king who ultimately transforms into a "drag thing" (a performer who defies classification altogether). Exploring the fluidity of gender and identity through parody and honest self-exposure, Montesanti learns about binding and the art of facial hair and contouring, and she designs and constructs her own elaborate costumes with minimal budget and maximal imagination. As she clambers for success on the stage with snowballing intensity and copes with estrangement from her family of origin, she fights for her sanity—for her life—in her battle with treatment-resistant bipolar disorder, until her drag persona and her rapid cycling mania become indistinguishable...

Britain on the brink. A forbidden romance.Refugees on the run.Our outlawed love broke all the rules, forcing us to flee Ian's authoritarian regime,But with the international courts on my tail, our passion is far from free.In order to fight for our future,We'll have to sacrifice something even more important than money and status.What we reveal could bring down the whole British government.From USA Today bestselling author, Felicity Brandon, comes the return of her dark, edgy dystopian romance. Hold tight, and let the fourth in this fast-paced series leave you on the edge of your seat.

I pickpocketed my way into a mafia family at nine years old.Patrick O’Connor caught my hand in his pocket, laughed, and took me home. He gave me his name.His protection.And one rule. Protect his daughter. For twenty years, I've done exactly that. So when my stepsister—the Irish Mafia’s golden princess, promised to an Italian kingpin since before she could walk—begs me to help her run away with the man she actually loves… I don't hesitate. The plan is simple. Dante Salvatore has never seen his bride.No one in the Italian syndicate has. They were always meant to meet at the altar. So I put on Erin's dress.I take her name.And I marry the most dangerous man in Italy. That night, Dante Salvatore looks at me like he already owns the world. “Finally,” he murmurs. “Mine.” I swallow. “Your wife. I'm just your wife.” His dark gaze pins me in place. “Not just my wife,” he says quietly. “You are my wife.” Dante Salvatore didn’t build a mafia empire by trusting pretty lies. He's watching me. Testing me. Waiting for the moment I slip. Luca De Rosa —green eyes, snake tattoos, and a smile that promises nothing good—treats me like I'm more than a pawn in someone else's war. One night Dante orders him out of his wife's seat. Luca only laughs. “You mean our wife.” The room goes quiet enough to remind everyone exactly whose ring I'm wearing. Gabriel Salvatore , Dante’s cousin and my new bodyguard, sees through every smile I fake. Three powerful mafia men. One stolen bride. The lie was supposed to buy Erin her freedom. Instead, it may start a war between empires. And somehow the orphan they adopted to protect the princess… has become the woman wearing the crown. Because if Dante discovers I’m not the Irish princess he married… He won't just destroy me. He'll keep me exactly where he wants me. And the most dangerous truth of all? For the first time in my life… I'm not sure I want to escape. Perfect for readers who • Dark mafia romance• Why-choose relationships• Arranged marriage• Possessive anti-heroes• Stolen identity• Found family• Enemies to lovers No cheating. HEA guaranteed.

The Second Line lived, and their resurrection threatened the fragile happiness that Avalon has finally achieved. Avalon Halhed was actually content. She’d go as far as to say she was even happy. She was in love. She had friends, a community, a damn pet. Until a shockingly beautiful man walked through the gates of Boellium and ruined everything. The Heir to the Second Line shouldn’t exist. Their Line had long ago been eradicated and countless years had passed, until they were just a warning in the history books to not cross the First Line. But Lierick Hanovan appeared with more than just the revelation that his Line lived; he had claims that were even more insane. He believed Avalon was a Recreationist, and could physically turn back time. In fact, according to Lierick, she had recreated history over and over already. She was also prophesied to change Ebrus forever. No pressure or anything. But despite the preposterousness of his words, they rung true in her soul. Avalon didn’t want to be the ‘chosen one’. She wanted to badly swing a sword by day, have three ways beneath the stars with her handsome lovers by night, and then follow Hayle home when her time as a conscript at Boellium War College was complete. However, Fate didn’t care what Avalon wanted. She’d proven that over and over again. This is the final book in the Lines of Ebrus duet. It starts where the first book ends, so it is strongly (wildly imperative even) that you read book one DAUGHTER OF THE NINTH LINE first.