There are untold Monsters in this world and we must defend ourselves against them.
Britannia and her Empire are threatened. Scorpion-tailed Manticores prey upon our soldiers in the Persian hills, and in the snowy mountains of Tibet the legendary Yeti waits in ambush for the unwary Himalayan traveller. High in the heavens predatory Kraken patrol the skies and deep underground the mysterious Shide lie slumbering, ready to stalk our dreams. And yes, even within these emerald isles, Monsters linger – Vampires, Lycanthropes and Ghoti...
I, Major Jack Union, know these creatures inside out. Discover within these pages the truth about the secret world of Monsters – and how to defeat them.
Read this book carefully and keep it close at hand – your life and the Empire depend upon it!
When openly asexual Anwar Sardar gets dragged to a kink night by his best mate, JD; he is surprised to make friends with Chris Slate, a middle aged server admin who dresses up as Vixen on the weekends.
Convinced they'll never meet again, Anwar puts him out of his mind, but the awkwardly charming man keeps turning up in his life.
After losing her position with the King’s royal guard, Kessa has been conscripted as a scout in the humans’ war against the trollkin. While on a mission, she’s spotted by Zal’jan, a troll hunter protecting a fortress in the frigid north. But when a game of cat-and-mouse results in both of them being trapped in a snow-covered valley together, they find they might just need each other to survive the winter. Can they overcome the barriers of war and language to acknowledge their feelings?
Rome AD 36
The mighty Feline Empire rules the world. Spartapuss, a ginger cat, is comfortable managing Rome's finest bath and spa. But Fortune has other plans for him. He's arrested and imprisoned by Catligula, the Emperor's heir. Released into a school for gladiators, he must fight and win his freedom in the Arena – before his opponents make dog food of him!
And then (Vimes) realized he was wondering if the attack on Goriff's shop had been organized by the same people, and whether those same people had set fire to the embassy.
And then he realized why he was thinking like this.
It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was so much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn't then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.