When Colin finds an old leather book with a red stone in the woods, a new world opens to him. At first the books pages are blank to Colins disappointment, but once he starts asking questions, writing appears on the pages and tells him the Books story and how Mystero stole it from his original master Aristo. Meanwhile, Mystero is desperate to get his hands on that book and sends his familiar, Gorgo to search for it. Snoop! Snoop! He tells him- Someone is bound to have and use its power. Gorgo is basically a good sort and misses his old master Aristo very much, but he is also terrified of Mystero, so it takes him a while to decide which side to join: good or evil. He is helped by a vision of Aristo reminding him to look into his heart.

She was a proud, aloof, talented, and elegant princess who was unrivalled in the world. She was the princess of the Sky Rain Nation, loved and doted upon by thousands, and all the men were proud to be able to see her once. Of course, she didn't care about them; he was a devilish, ruthless, dark, murderous man. He was a hero of the country who made his enemies tremble in fear, but he loved her deeply, tenderly, and with great care. However, everything appeared to be on the surface. She loved him wholeheartedly; he had plotted and sought her home! In an instant, the country fell. From the princess to the imperial concubine to the lowly servant, she endured it and kept a low profile. She lived in a lowly position in his imperial harem just to avenge her country. When they met again, he would be the cold-hearted emperor while she would be the unparalleled beauty who would bring chaos to the world ...

What if faeries really did exist? Lena, Ella, and Lani are just your ordinary girls enjoying their summer vacation when Ella discovers a book that will change their lives forever. What would you do if the Faerie Queen asked for your help? Join the three girls on an adventure into the world of ancient magic, where they discover things they had only heard about in stories and, more importantly, the true meaning of a gift.

KNOWEST thou that old queen of the world who is on the march always and wearies never? Every uncurbed passion, every selfish pleasure, every licentious energy of humanity, and all its tyrannous weakness, go before the sordid mistress of our tearful valley, and, scythe in hand, these indefatigable labourers reap their eternal harvest. That queen is old as time, but her skeleton is concealed in the wreckage of women's beauty, which she abstracts from their youth and love. Her skull is adorned with lifeless tresses that are not her own. Spoliator of crowned heads, she is embellished with the plunder of queens, from the star-begemmed hair of Berenice to that-white, but not with age-which the executioner sheared from the brow of Marie Antoinette. Her livid and frozen body is clothed in faded garments and tattered winding-sheets. Her bony hands, covered with rings, hold diadems and chains, scepters and crossbones, jewels and ashes. When she goes by, doors open of themselves; she passes through walls; she penetrates to the cabinets of kings; she surprises the extortioners of the poor in their most secret orgies; she sits down at their board, pours out their wine, grins at their songs with her gumless teeth, takes the place of the lecherous courtesan hidden behind their curtains.