Títulos em Humorístico

Well, slap me with a pancake flipper! Ever wake up wonderin' why yer socks have turned into a pretzel or how yer hat ended up on tha dog? Them leprechauns are at it again! Now, listen up, 'cause Old Man Farmer's got tha lowdown on thems pint-sized troublemakers'n a yarn-spinnin', knee-slappin' journal-turned-book.

Name’s Jess, but my official superhero name is Just Jess. (Just as in justice according to one yappy reporter.) Because I have multiple Gifts, I get to be the poster child for superpowers. Lucky me. (Translation: I get to deal with suited ninnies in stuffy boardrooms, a big fat target on my back, and would-be supervillains who keep popping up like dandelions.) Chasing down bad guys might keep me out of the boardroom (always a plus), but the government head games threaten my sanity and my family.

Will King Aurum succeed in taking over Emberwell? Will Darius and Nara be able to reunite and fulfil the prophecy of Solaris and Crello? The fate of the kingdom rests on their shoulders.

The Baron Sherazad sent me as far away from Eslant as possible. Now, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a nest full of enemies, with only a demented mimic and a renegade elf to watch my back.

The Goddess and the Trickster look down on two humans from the eternal Pickleball court and in one case take pity, and in the other, see an opportunity to have some fun. Thus begins a raucous romp through the lives of two lonely mortals featuring embarrassment, fun, flatulence, fetish, and of course, felines. With every gift of the gods comes consequences and, with luck, transformation.

When all the tales in the land of Mithra-Sha lost their endings, Audra fled from her family’s rejection and the only home she ever knew. Now, with a sense of veiled danger haunting her heels and her life as devoid of direction as her stories, she arrives at long last in a city of fresh starts and second chances.

Spring is on the horizon, and the Weary Dragon Inn is getting its annual deep clean. But before Bev can even finish scrubbing the windows, Carpenter Earl's workshop goes up in flames. Earl's convinced the local kids are behind the mischief, but when more buildings come crashing down under mysterious circumstances, Bev's on the case once more.

Things aren’t exactly getting easier for Reed Lavender. Old obligations and new cases are piling up but in the aftermath of Feronia’s defeat, answers are still too thin on the ground. But one clue–his father’s knucklebone–might just lead to something big. To learn the truth about his parents’ disappearance, Reed will have to take the fight to whoever is behind the growing turmoil in his city. And if the rising number of Spirit-Worms, needy Gods, vindictive lawmen and only somewhat-helpful cousins don’t stop Reed, then his sense of duty might do what the others cannot.

A magical snowstorm engulfs the northern forests of the kingdom, bringing with it the threat of the Winter Court. Yet even amidst news of a fae host massing upon the horizon, secession and rebellion still raises its head. The Duchy of Aquina has announced the Tournament of Crowns, threatening to plunge the realm into its deepest crisis.

Idina Moorfield and Bravo Team are back for another mission. Illegal arms are moving through the Ural mountains. But things with Hellion have changed since Idina's team saved the world from monsters running the show for good, and someone else's secrets are getting in the way this time.

When an ambitious teenage girl from Earth finds herself in a magical realm, she could be the hero—but she'd prefer to be the villain. When power-hungry Everly is reborn into a medieval world where elemental magic rules and she receives her elemental servants—the oddly sadistic Eris and the fun-loving Titania—years earlier than one typically would, she knows she's destined for a command of necromantic magic the likes of which her peers can only dream.

Runaway heir Rasp Stoneclaw was born cursed, prophesied to bring destruction to the world. Now exiled by the Stoneclaw tribe after his brothers drove him out, he lives under an assumed name. Far from the curse, of course. Meanwhile, Protector of the Realm Oralia Dawnsight—along with her team, the rebellious faithful four—is on the hunt for Rasp, ready to restore him to the throne for the small price of a trade route truce. She'll get Rasp to agree to a deal, and then they'll be on their way up the mountain path to install him as the new, peaceful leader of the Iron Ridge. Simple, right?

Hawke Moonsnow is a brilliant alchemist. He's a prodigy of his time. He knows it. Everyone else knows it. There's just one problem… He has the common sense of a golden retriever. After an accident leaves his old shop in smoking ruins, Hawke takes a loan from the Adventurers' Guild to open a new location in the town square. Now, he has to work to pay back that loan despite charging lower prices to guild members, inventing new cures, and trying to catch the attention of the fetching waitress at the tavern—all while continuing forbidden research into a dangerous plague.

Imogen's on the verge of getting everything she ever wanted. The man of her dreams, a talented, smart kid who loves her, some amazing friends, she's finally safe from the ancient creature who keeps ripping her to pieces every time she tries to access her deeper powers—and she's only one step away from finding the reincarnation of her dad. Mortality is in her grasp.

What’s a broke tea witch to do when she’s about to lose her beloved café? No idea, but chugging magic mojitos and drunk-summoning the Devil was definitely the wrong call. Now, I’m stuck with the house guest from Hell—literally—and we couldn’t be more opposite: a homebody who brews healing teas and reads romance novels to her cats versus a sexy-as-sin playboy with a pitchfork tattoo on his butt and a fondness for public day-drinking. In the nude. Ergo, the pitchfork discovery.

Gorm Ingerson knows the king is a fink. With the land’s insidious ruler hell-bent on his destruction, the axe-wielding Dwarf berserker is desperate to beat him to the punch. But when he discovers the rotten regent’s claim of a town razed by the world’s richest dragon is false, the gruff adventurer fears there’s more than a personal grudge at stake.

The adventuring industry drives the economy of Arth, a world much like our own but with more magic and fewer vowels. Monsters' hoards are claimed, bought by corporate interests, and sold off to plunder funds long before the Heroes' Guild actually kills the beasts. Of course, that's a terrible arrangement for the Shadowkin; orcs, goblins, kobolds, and their ilk must apply for to become Noncombatant Paper Carriers (or NPCs) to avoid being killed and looted by heroes.

The Wind Runner is visiting Riverfarm, and Emperor Laken Godart couldn't be happier. Summer has arrived on Izril, and with it, trouble is brewing. The prosperity of the Unseen Empire has brought both enemies and unlikely allies to the north. A coven has descended upon Riverfarm, seeking a grand bargain with the [Emperor].

It has been a year since Penny first walked through the doors of DallerGut Dream Department Store, and surviving a year at the store means one thing . . . She is now an official employee of the dream industry! She can finally take the express commuter train to the Company District, where all the dream production companies are located and discover how all raw dream materials and testing equipment are produced. But the Company District is not quite what she expected, it hides the darker underbelly of the magical industry that Penny thought she was a part of.

After her husband Clay died, Ava couldn't stay in the house she'd shared with him, so she packed her old Hyundai and drove home. The plan is to fix the old place up and sell it, all while trying to figure out where the next chapter of her life will take her. Wait a minute . . . Hasn't she already done this? Her life is so normal, but lately, it feels like something is missing. Even after running into her childhood best friend, Sam, Ava can't shake the feeling that something isn't right. Like she's having a bad case of dejà vu.