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For the last time, the dwarves are going to war - and the outcome will decide the fate of their race. There has been no word from the brave warrior Tungdil since the vicious battle at the Black Abyss. Dragons, magicians, and the malevolent älfar have advanced far into the kingdom of Girdlegard, ruthlessly seizing vast areas of land. The dwarves seem to be facing their next battle with little hope of survival.

A secret army of Orcs, made immortal by the hidden powers of the Black Water, now marches towards Girdlegard, set to unleash its fury upon the kingdom. Sooner than they realise, Tungdil and his comrades will need to summon all their courage to do battle against this bloodthirsty horde. The Orcs are not the only threat. An unspeakable new power is growing and threatens the very existence of the dwarves. But both enemies have forgotten one very important truth: a dwarf is never more dangerous than when total obliteration seems inevitable....

Some are born to power, some seize it and some have the wisdom never to wield it. Red Knight has stood against soldiers, against armies and against the might of an empire without flinching. He's fought on real and on magical battlefields alike, and now he's facing one of the greatest challenges yet. A tournament. A joyous spring event, the flower of the nobility will present arms and ride against each other for royal favour and acclaim.

Life has not been easy for battle-weary Tungdil the dwarf. But this heroic warrior can't rest yet, as he must now face the most formidable enemy the kingdom has ever encountered. A new evil is terrorising the land of Girdlegard. Monstrous hybrid creatures are on the rampage, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. They are out to steal an artefact which is vital for the kingdom's defence, and whoever holds it could control the world.

One enemy has fallen. A greater one remains. It's war.... The Red Knight withstood the full might of his enemy and won the day. In a victory which will be remembered through the ages, he brought disparate factions together and turned them into allies against a more powerful foe than they had ever seen. Now he will need his allies more than ever. Because behind one adversary hid another - one with allies of their own - whose goal was never to destroy Alba but to distract the Kingdom while achieving his true aim.

The Red Knight's final battle lies ahead...but there's a whole war still to fight first. He began with a small company, fighting the dangerous semi-mythical creatures that threatened villages, nunneries and cities. But as his power - and his forces - grew, so the power of the enemy he stood against became ever clearer. Not the power of men...but that of gods, with thousands of mortal allies. Never has strategy been more important, and this war will end where it started: at Lissen Carak.

This final play from the pen of Oscar Wilde is a stylish send-up of Victorian courtship and manners, complete with assumed names, mistaken lovers, and a lost handbag. Jack and Algernon are best friends, both wooing ladies who think their names are Ernest, "that name which inspires absolute confidence." Wilde’s effervescent wit, scathing social satire, and high farce make this one of the most cherished plays in the English language.

There has been no word from the courageous warrior Tungdil since the bitter struggle at the Black Abyss. Dragons, magicians, and the cruel älfar have advanced far into the kingdom Girdlegard, ruthlessly seizing vast areas of land. It seems that the dwarves are facing their next battle with very little hope of survival.

Sally and George, brother and sister, move to Cape Street with their adoptive parents. On their first night, they witness an alien overlord, General Swipe, round up humans and imprison superheroes. Ash, their new friend, leads them to the Hero Agency, a clandestine bureau for failed superheroes. Together, they form a plan to save the day.

This story of James Grant, his family and the class they belong to is not of our time. That class still exists and its prosperity is unabated. But its position in the American national psyche is greatly diminished, its glitter dulled by the passage of time–and a change in the mores of society as a whole.