Feldar is a mighty Minotaur warrior, feared and respected amongst his people. But then he draws the ire of a vengeful Elven witch... and when one of her spells goes awry, he finds himself unexpectedly trapped in the body of the sultry seductress! Soon he is captured by another group of minotaur - his own people! But the fierce warriors fail to recognize their own, and soon Feldar is taken, bound and helpless, as a slave back to his own village! Now, publicly displayed for all the village to see, Feldar finds himself succumbing to the passions of the strange new body he inhabits. But just as he begins to lose himself to throes of lust while the monstrous creatures look on, a lone minotaur enters the cage, intent on claiming the "elf maiden" for a prize... The witch herself, now wearing Feldar's skin! --- The thing that wore Feldar’s shape crouched down beside its prone captive, wrapped a massive arm around the cowering form. The creature’s bovine scent washed over her as he pulled her in close, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “You nearly defeated me, Feldar.” The creature’s whisper was hot on her cheek. She looked up into his eyes, seeing at last a familiar mocking expression, one that had sat upon a very different brow just this morning atop a certain mountain pass… “The witch!” Feldar gasped. The minotaur smiled with a slight inclination of his head. “Salindara, I am called. Though here I am known as Feldar, it appears. The witch continued with a wry smirk. “I was so disoriented I nearly tumbled down that damned mountain. The other minotaur stumbled upon me and bound my wounds, taking me for one of their own. It took but a few simple spells to conjure up the appropriate memories and mannerisms to make the illusion complete.” “But why?” Feldar’s mind reeled. “What have you to gain from impersonating me?” “Why, my pet, I should think you would understand quite well. I plan to avenge myself upon you - for ruining my wares, slaying my men, and trying to kill me. And I assure you that the vengeance of a witch is much more severe than what even your savage people are accustomed to.” The minotaur leaned in close, his teeth bared in a wicked grin. “Now that I have you in my grasp, I won’t be letting you go so easily, my pet.” Suddenly Feldar was seized in the minotaur’s powerful grasp, her body hefted into the air with effortless ease. She flailed about, but Salindara’s hold only tightened around her. “I claim this one as my prize,” the minotaur called out, “though I may be persuaded to share her after I am finished!”

The ancient Sorcerer Demart has found his rebellious son the perfect, fertile young bride to carry on his bloodline. The only problem is that neither the bride nor the groom want anything to do with one another! In secret, each of them has taken a fae lover - members of the mysterious forest people known as Woolgatherers. Together with their magical lovers, the betrothed couple hatch a plan to counteract the old wizard's wedding plans. There's only one problem: in order to fool the powerful sorcerer, they're going to need to switch bodies... and the wedding ceremony isn't over until the marriage has been consummated! --- “Put your arms around me,” Tyall whispered against her ear. Kara did so, and nestled into the crook of her neck. The woolgatherer continued to murmur. A warm wind kicked up around them, swirling leaves up from the earth and fluttering against their skin. Black and red hair swirled into tangles together. The human woman clung tighter as a strange dizziness overtook her. She began to lose her sense of balance as her stomach fluttered into her throat. All she could hear now was the sound of Tyall murmuring her strange song. She gasped as the world lurched around her. For several moments, it felt like she was falling through the air, turning over and over without purchase, until suddenly she jolted back to solid ground again. “Oh!” she cried out and pulled back from the embrace. Her heart was racing and her vision swam. The world felt different. Sounds were sharper, smells clearer. A naked figure stood before her, that of a short, slim, muscled woman with black hair and a steely, hazel-eyed gaze. She was staring at herself. Kara broke out in amazed laughter. Terren smiled wider from his position at the edge of the circle. Aidan turned back around, annoyed and curious. Tyall, in Kara’s body, picked up the discarded nightgown and pulled it back on. She stretched, acclimating to the new body. “Hmm,” she murmured thoughtfully, then waggled a long finger at Kara, who stood uncertainly in Tara’s lithe, tanned body. “It would seem Demart didn’t choose an untouched woman for his son.” “What?! How do you know that?” Kara’s skin turned darker in a blush. She looked to Terren, who shrugged. “I see,” Tyall’s laugh was like a bell as she winked at other woolgatherer. “You worked faster than I expected.” She walked toward a bewildered Aidan and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was still thrown that the woman who had previously hated the sight of him was now in his arms. “Don’t pull away from me, my love,” she laughed. “We are to be married!” “How… How long will this last?” he asked between kisses. “You’re suddenly so shy. It’s adorable.” “Don’t get too friendly with my body,” Kara frowned with Tyall’s full red lips. “Well, the same goes for you, kitten. I'm going to have to ask you to keep away from your little lover boy here until this business is finished. Though I understand that may be rather difficult for you to manage,” the disguised woolgatherer winked at her and glared purposefully at Terren, who looked so chagrined that Kara almost laughed out loud. Kara had never realized her glare was so effective until seeing it in action. Maybe she'd go out of her way to make Tyall eat her words.

"Pathfinder roleplaying game compatible."

Welcome to the City. In this place of peace and plenty, with no disease, no suffering, and no want, people find meaning in service to their gods. They know the gods were created by humans, of course. But the gods protect and provide for the people, so why wouldn't the people serve the gods? In a Utopian society, what better way to express service than through pleasure and faith? For Kheema and her seven fellow Potentials, that means entering the temple of the Sun God to undergo months of training and practice to determine which of them will be chosen as Sacrifice. On the day of the summer Solstice, the one chosen as Sacrifice must recite the entire litany from atop the temple, while enduring nonstop forced orgasms from dawn 'til dusk. For Terlyn, service means becoming part of the Garden, bound naked and asleep while worshippers help themselves to her body. Terlyn wakes in ecstasy over and over, only to fall asleep again. The experience changes her, and her relationship with her friend and lover Donvin, who visits her while she is part of the Garden. Ashi's service to the god known as the Wild entails competing with other worshippers in a forest that appears overnight to demonstrate her resilience and will, so that she might become part of a ritual involving an altar, a long row of cages, and the complete abandonment of the self. The three stories brush against each other, revealing the heart of the City, as the people of the City serve, or ask for enlightenment from, multiple gods at once.

The landmark text about the inner workings of the unconscious mind—from the symbolism that unlocks the meaning of our dreams to their effect on our waking lives and artistic impulses—featuring more than a hundred images that break down Carl Jung’s revolutionary ideas “What emerges with great clarity from the book is that Jung has done immense service both to psychology as a science and to our general understanding of man in society.”—The Guardian “Our psyche is part of nature, and its enigma is limitless.” Since our inception, humanity has looked to dreams for guidance. But what are they? How can we understand them? And how can we use them to shape our lives? There is perhaps no one more equipped to answer these questions than the legendary psychologist Carl G. Jung. It is in his life’s work that the unconscious mind comes to be understood as an expansive, rich world just as vital and true a part of the mind as the conscious, and it is in our dreams—those personal, integral expressions of our deepest selves—that it communicates itself to us. A seminal text written explicitly for the general reader, Man and His Symbolsis a guide to understanding the symbols in our dreams and using that knowledge to build fuller, more receptive lives. Full of fascinating case studies and examples pulled from philosophy, history, myth, fairy tales, and more, this groundbreaking work—profusely illustrated with hundreds of visual examples—offers invaluable insight into the symbols we dream that demand understanding, why we seek meaning at all, and how these very symbols affect our lives. By illuminating the means to examine our prejudices, interpret psychological meanings, break free of our influences, and recenter our individuality, Man and His Symbols proves to be—decades after its conception—a revelatory, absorbing, and relevant experience.

One twin plots in a dark tower, mastering the arcane forces of magic and learning the secrets that will allow him to enter the Portal and challenge the gods themselves. The other twin hides from personal demons at the bottom of a bottle, not yet having found the courage and wisdom to become whole. Their legend will change both the history of Krynn and its future. The legends of other heroes stand waiting to be written. Personal journeys, great quests, and heroic sacrifices all lie ahead. Sometimes it is not the world that needs to be saved, but a soul. The River of Time not only provides the chance to find the forgotten history of Krynn, but a chance to visit the world as it might have been. Discover an Ansalon untouched by Cataclysm, where the Godpriest reigns supreme; visit a magocracy, a land in which the Orders of High Sorcery rule through the power of magic; roam the dragonlands, crushed under the terrible might of the Dark Queen and her dragon highlords. Legends of the Twins is a resource for games set in the world of DragonLance. Inside one will find information for players, including variant rules for character traits, new feats, prestige classes. New spells and magic items allow characters to journey across the River to Time. Dungeon Masters will discover an amazing wealth of campaign possibilities, including travel into Ansalon's distant past or many different alternate versions of the world-available to introduce into a current campaign or as a launching point of one that is entirely new. All information within this volume is fully compatible with the revised edition of the d20 System game. Book jacket.