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Lauren is angry enough that her mother couldn’t find time to show up to the opening of her new art gallery. But when she gets home and discovers the gift her mother has sent instead, Lauren comes undone in the face of a temptation that will push her to the edge, closer to her demons and the bitter taste of a mother’s love.

Radiant Basket of Rainbow Shells, scholar of curses and magical history, has spent several years on a research expedition abroad in Quruscan, one of the four kingdoms of the Tetrarchia. When Tetrarchia and Radiant’s home country of Loasht suddenly revoke their tenuous peace, Quruscan is no longer the safe haven for Radiant that it once was. He needs someone to help him escape: a bodyguard, perhaps, or someone with the sheer cunning to escort him to safety. The perfect candidate is Kalyna Aljosanova: a crafty, mysterious mercenary with an uncanny reputation.

It's time to go, but no one can find Hannah! That’s because she’s in the park with too much to do. She needs to collect caterpillars and sticks, make a bow and arrow, and build a bed out of leaves. Deep in the shrubs, she sets up a secret hideout where she can hunker down over the campfire, lost in her own little world. But for how long? When a voice cuts through the branches, Hannah realizes someone is still looking for her. Can she find her way out of the shrubs, or will she stay wild forever?

After their first deployment, Shaya and her Lance made a splash at the Arcadian Academy of War and Magic by overcoming incredible odds that no first-year student should have had to face alone. At the same time, with some clever maneuvering, Shaya removed her rival at the Academy from the equation... at least for now. With that nuisance out of the picture, she can focus on what matters most: growing stronger. With the help of her friends and mentors, Shaya will learn how to best harness the demonic blood in her veins and embrace the full plethora of powers at her disposal.

It’s not because she hates weddings. It’s not because the groom is her boyfriend’s dad (although yuck). It’s not even because Vegas weddings are cliché as hell. It’s because her mom is an evil incarnate vamp known as The Executioner. Nothing good can come of someone marrying a person named The Executioner. Nothing.

In this exceptional book, inclusion leader Annahid Dashtgard shares her experiences looking for and teaching about belonging in our divided world. Through moving and deft interlocking stories, Dashtgard examines what it means to belong—to a country, in a marriage, and in our skin—and the price we pay when that belonging is absent.