New Releases by Benjamin Hewett

BOOKWhen Jack, Lily and Odinn hear a cry for help emerging from their toilet they know their next amazing adventure has found them. The ocean and a ll i t’s marine inhabitants are in trouble after a hideous sea monster steals the magic blue crystal from the gatekeepers of a lost underwater city.

Teamus Steeps is an acquisitioner, not a thief. Admittedly, the nuance doesn't play well with town authorities, but ever since he left his home in Ector over a misunderstanding with the assassins' guild, he's managed--mostly--to leave that reputation behind. Unfortunately, the dark guild isn't so forgiving. When the passes south begin to thaw, the guild is at his throat again, and this time they have leverage. Teamus knows that the butcher bill must be paid if he's going to have any peace for his family, even if it means losing his soul. And that's if the tax collectors don't catch him first.

Mauvaise soirée pour Thé-au-lait. Il a faim, il est trempé et il est fatigué. Il s'est cogné à la guilde des assassins, perdu un sac de marchandises volées et a parié son dernier denier sur le champion local de fléchettes, alors qu'il aurait dû ramener du pain à ses enfants. Le destin a peut-être besoin d'un petit coup de pouce... Pastiche des histoires de sorcellerie et d'épées, « Les Fléchettes » représente les personnages-types et les symboles du fantastique que les fans adorent (et détestent) et explore leurs motivations profondes en nous rappelant qu'il n'est pas facile de se trouver un meilleur ami.

Teacup is an acquisitioner, not a thief.Admittedly, the nuance doesn't play well with the town authorities, but as long as his kids get fed and nobody notices the boarded-up cobbler's shop on Redemption Alley, Teacup can ignore his nagging conscience.But it's been a bad night for Teacup. He's hungry, wet, and tired. He's lost a bag of stolen goods, run afoul of the assassin's guild, and bet his last penny on the local darts champion when he should have been buying bread for his kids. Worst of all, Teacup knows it's his own fault he's swinging from the tavern chandelier, up to his armpits in hot boar's wax.With assassins at the door and the tavern burning down around him, Teacup realizes his only hope for survival lies in the ring he just stole and a naive young paladin who is about to be murdered.