The apocalypse will be televised! A man. His ex-girlfriend's cat. A sadistic game show unlike anything in the universe: a dungeon crawl where survival depends on killing your prey in the most entertaining way possible. In a flash, every human-erected construction on Earth—from Buckingham Palace to the tiniest of sheds—collapses in a heap, sinking into the ground. The buildings and all the people inside have all been atomized and transformed into the dungeon: an 18-level labyrinth filled with traps, monsters, and loot. A dungeon so enormous, it circles the entire globe. Only a few dare venture inside. But once you're in, you can't get out. And what's worse, each level has a time limit. You have but days to find a staircase to the next level down, or it's game over. In this game, it's not about your strength or your dexterity. It's about your followers, your views. Your clout. It's about building an audience and killing those goblins with style. You can't just survive here. You gotta survive big. You gotta fight with vigor, with excitement. You gotta make them stand up and cheer. And if you do have that "it" factor, you may just find yourself with a following. That's the only way to truly survive in this game—with the help of the loot boxes dropped upon you by the generous benefactors watching from across the galaxy. They call it Dungeon Crawler World. But for Carl, it's anything but a game.

"I live for the dream that my children will be born free," she says. "That they will be what they like. That they will own the land their father gave them." "I live for you," I say sadly. Eo kisses my cheek. "Then you must live for more." Darrow is a Red, a member of the lowest caste in the color-coded society of the future. Like his fellow Reds, he works all day, believing that he and his people are making the surface of Mars livable for future generations. Yet he spends his life willingly, knowing that his blood and sweat will one day result in a better world for his children. But Darrow and his kind have been betrayed. Soon he discovers that humanity already reached the surface generations ago. Vast cities and sprawling parks spread across the planet. Darrow—and Reds like him—are nothing more than slaves to a decadent ruling class. Inspired by a longing for justice, and driven by the memory of lost love, Darrow sacrifices everything to infiltrate the legendary Institute, a proving ground for the dominant Gold caste, where the next generation of humanity's overlords struggle for power. He will be forced to compete for his life and the very future of civilization against the best and most brutal of Society's ruling class. There, he will stop at nothing to bring down his enemies... even if it means he has to become one of them to do so.

The apocalypse will be televised! A man. His ex-girlfriend's cat. A sadistic game show unlike anything in the universe: a dungeon crawl where survival depends on killing your prey in the most entertaining way possible. In a flash, every human-erected construction on Earth—from Buckingham Palace to the tiniest of sheds—collapses in a heap, sinking into the ground. The buildings and all the people inside have all been atomized and transformed into the dungeon: an 18-level labyrinth filled with traps, monsters, and loot. A dungeon so enormous, it circles the entire globe. Only a few dare venture inside. But once you're in, you can't get out. And what's worse, each level has a time limit. You have but days to find a staircase to the next level down, or it's game over. In this game, it's not about your strength or your dexterity. It's about your followers, your views. Your clout. It's about building an audience and killing those goblins with style. You can't just survive here. You gotta survive big. You gotta fight with vigor, with excitement. You gotta make them stand up and cheer. And if you do have that "it" factor, you may just find yourself with a following. That's the only way to truly survive in this game—with the help of the loot boxes dropped upon you by the generous benefactors watching from across the galaxy. They call it Dungeon Crawler World. But for Carl, it's anything but a game.

Si va in montagna da soli per starsene da minuscoli dentro le immensità di natura. Molte le variabili in salita, dall’incontro con una cerva all’attraversamento di una foresta sradicata dal vento. Unico il caso di due che si ritrovano in un passaggio esposto a decenni di lontananza dalla fine della loro amicizia. Qui c’è il verbale del loro avvenimento. Il loro impossibile non avviene come fulmine a cielo sgombro, ma come crollo di valanga per lento accumulo di tempo sopra un pendio. Se ne occupa un magistrato che deve ricostruire, insieme al presente, anche un passato sconosciuto.

Si va in montagna da soli per starsene da minuscoli dentro le immensità di natura. Molte le variabili in salita, dall’incontro con una cerva all’attraversamento di una foresta sradicata dal vento. Unico il caso di due che si ritrovano in un passaggio esposto a decenni di lontananza dalla fine della loro amicizia. Qui c’è il verbale del loro avvenimento. Il loro impossibile non avviene come fulmine a cielo sgombro, ma come crollo di valanga per lento accumulo di tempo sopra un pendio. Se ne occupa un magistrato che deve ricostruire, insieme al presente, anche un passato sconosciuto.

Dans la petite ville d'Ember Falls, July Murray a deux certitudes : elle déteste Tate Grey depuis qu'il lui a volé son rêve et elle doit absolument remporter le concours de pâtisserie local pour sauver son salon de thé.Son seul obstacle ? Tate lui-même. À croire qu'il met autant d'énergie à être en travers de sa route qu'à être scandaleusement séduisant. Difficile d'imaginer qu'ils étaient inséparables par le passé...Dans leur routine quotidienne de piques assassines et de regards noirs, Tate débarque avec la proposition la plus inattendue et absurde qui soit : jouer sa petite amie devant ses parents qui désespèrent de le voir se ranger.Plus absurde encore ?Il se pourrait bien qu'elle dise oui.