"An axe age, a sword age," Bookwyrm chanted. "A wind age, a wolf age.""Brothers shall fight and slay each other," sang Knut. "Garm howls in Hel, and the wolf runs free."Robin Johnson died a hero's death, rescuing people from a hospital during a California earthquake. So how is a hero rewarded? Robin finds herself not in Christian Heaven but in Valhalla of Norse myths, welcomed by heroes and the guardians of Asgard. But Robin had been something of an oddity in life and continu...

"An axe age, a sword age," Bookwyrm chanted. "A wind age, a wolf age.""Brothers shall fight and slay each other," sang Knut. "Garm howls in Hel, and the wolf runs free."It's late Winter, and Robin's still isn't used to Asgard.Last year she left Valhalla without permission. "I don't want to fight and die at Ragnarok," she told her new friends. "I want to win!" Every day, they swore their oath on her magic sword Frostbite, even the snarky squirrel Ratatosk. "All for one,...

"An axe age, a sword age," Bookwyrm chanted. "A wind age, a wolf age.""Brothers shall fight and slay each other," sang Knut. "Garm howls in Hel, and the wolf runs free."Robin Johnson died a hero's death, rescuing people from a hospital during a California earthquake. So how is a hero rewarded? Robin finds herself not in Christian Heaven but in Valhalla of Norse myths, welcomed by heroes and the guardians of Asgard. But Robin had been something of an oddity in life and conti...

We vowed to escape together. I broke that promise. Now the men I loved just might break me.There were six of us. Caged, turned into monsters, and tormented with brutal tests of our horrific emerging abilities.We had only each other to count on... until our escape attempt ended with one dead, the others recaptured, and me dragged away into a different nightmare.Now I've finally fought my way back to rescue them. Except the men I set free are...

The truth has come to light... but can I ever trust my men again?After weeks of cruel hostility, the guys I swore to save know how wrong they were—at least about what I did four years ago. Now that they've seen my horrifying new power, will they decide I'm an enemy after all?With what they put me through, I'm not sure I even want to stick with them. These brutal men aren't the boys I fell in love with anymore.But nothing matters more than learning h...

Is this captivity... or a second chance?My men and I lost our bid for freedom. But nothing in our new prison is quite what I expected.That doesn't mean I'm going to stop fighting. I just have to make sure I pick the right battles. Especially when it isn't just our lives but those of the kids who came after us on the line.If I'm going to be more than a monster, I need to figure out who the real monsters are—and take back everything they've stolen fro...

Our souls are bound together. Our powers will tear us apart.There were six of us. Caged, turned into monsters, and tormented with brutal tests of our dark powers.We had only each other to count on... until an escape attempt ended with one dead, the others recaptured, and me dragged away into a different nightmare.When I finally fight my way back, the men I set free are hardened, beastlier versions of the devoted boys I knew. They see me as a traitor...

We are blood. And so are they...We're finally free—and we intend to stay that way. But our most dangerous enemy has plans that could upend the entire world.To carry out those plans, he's making more like us. More people twisted into something monstrous and forced to serve his psychotic ends.My guys and I have to stop him. It's our only hope of getting the peace we've dreamed of—for us and everyone else we've come to care about.But how can we...

I thought we'd faced the worst possible horrors already. I was wrong.My men and I have fought the guardians who held us captive for so long. Refused to let them harness our powers yet again.But there's another villain lurking in the shadows. One who doesn't even pretend to care about anyone's interests other than his own.With every move he makes, I feel one step closer to breaking. How can we ever escape while a man like this controls our future?

At the end, when the last star dies and the cold begins to seep in, what will be the totality of our accomplishments? What will have been the point? And will anyone notice that we're gone? If the true terror at the center of cosmic horror is the vast indifference the universe has for us, does that mean the closest thing we have to any sort of compassionate connection is . . . our cats? Ah, we may be doomed.But, in the interim, perhaps there may still be some spark that can illumina...