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Only a month ago, I found out that I was a mage. Then the Agency that was meant to teach me magic up and disappeared. Thankfully, I've made some friends who can help me learn how to use my new abilities. But with the Agency gone, the supernatural monsters that were kept at bay are plaguing Portland. Protecting the mundane world from monsters has now fallen to me...and it means I'll need more allies. I'll gather them from among those who live under bridges, stalk at night, or howl at full moons.

More shifters. More beastmages. More power. After taking down Dr. Ahriman the chimera shifter, I now have a handful of talismans. Except I don’t know how to use them. Thankfully, I’ve got a lead, because powering up the Talismans might be the only way my clan gets an edge on the Atlanteans.

When Mark wakes up in a hospital bed beside a beautiful blonde nurse, he’s a little confused. When a dragon-man crashes into the room and threatens to kill them, he’s downright befuddled. When Mark turns the aforementioned blonde nurse into a dragon, he starts to understand. Mark isn’t in Chicago anymore. He’s in a fantasy world ruled by powerful dragon beings. Good thing he has the ability to turn women into dragons. And that’s only the beginning.

The end of the world has come. Now Wes and his bound demonesses have to figure out a way to fix it. It'll take a trip into hell and a whole lot of magical firepower to save the universe.

After the previous battle of Varglade, winter has come to my elven village. For now, we are protected against assaults from the infernal elf queen. With this small respite, I'm focusing on upgrading and enhancing the village, but I know it won't be long until the final confrontation between my elven friends and the infernal elf comes.

November 14, 1944: I wax a German ace. The next morning, it’s March 10, 1942. Confused? Welcome to my world. I have no idea how this happened or what the hell is going on, other than the fact that the airfield I found belongs to the 2/81, an all-female fighter squadron operating near Marseille, France.

May the FARCE be with you! More bad jokes. More sexy women. And, of course, more lousy powers. Yes, bucko, that’s me, Lucky, and I invite you to buckle up as I take my new mates for a ride they’re not soon to forget!