How To Change Fortnite Name in Four Easy Steps

Learn how to change your Fortnite name in four easy steps.

Code names are very common when it comes to online video games. Not because we don’t like to use our real name, but that became a habit since online games were introduced.

Change Fortnite Name

If you have been playing Fortnite for a while, you can find this post very useful. If you are new to fortnite and you are interested in playing the latest version of this game, do not be surprised that it is not downloadable in the traditional way. It is a decision of fortnite developers to generate better income for the company. Visit fortnite authority to learn how to download and install this game on Windows or your Android machine.

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What is Fortnite

Fortnite Battle Royale is included in today’s top list for the most played online games. It was developed by Epic Games and released last 2017.

There are actually three Fortnite game mode versions that share the same gameplay and engine. These are the:

  • Fortnite: Save the World – a survival game that is played by up to four players to fight off zombies and defend objects they can build
  • Fortnite: Battle Royale – a balltle game of up to 100 players fight to be the last one standing.
  • Fortnite Creative – players have the freedom to create their worlds and battle arenas.

The first game version was made available in Windows, MacOS, PS4, and Xbox One. Battle Royale is also available on the said platforms, and has a gameplay for Ninetendo Switch, iOS, and Android.

How To Change Fortnite Name

Fortnite name is called the “Epic display name.” It is the name that appears on your Epic accounts, Epic Games Launcher, and on the online forums.

In order to change your name, follow these four easy steps.

  1. First, go to your Account’s Personal Info page.
  2. You will see a box labelled “Display Name.”
  3. Click on that and enter your new desired name.
  4. Scroll down and click Save Changes.

Done! Easy right?

Note

  • You can only change your Epic display name once every two weeks.
  • For players who use Nintendo Switch, they will need to contact Player support to ask for assistance.
  • If you want to change your gamertag in Xbox, PSN, and Twitch, you need to contact Twitch, Sony, and Microsoft.

In Conclusion

What are you waiting for? Go, get yourself the most unique code and change your Fortnite name today!

Do you have questions? Leave them to us and we will try to give you the best possible answer. Have a good day! – From Evolver Books

Best Ebook Readers on Google Play Store (Android)

Do you love reading books, stories, documentaries, or anything that can be a source of information and entertainment? If so, this post is for you. Here is a video consisting of 5 best book reader for Android phones. If you are a reader but sometimes you get tired of actually reading them, these book readers will do the job for you.

Find out all of them here.

https://youtu.be/UlHiPg-vfds

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Now that you know which apps can help you fulfil your reading habit in case you are tired and lazy, it’s time to get them for on your Android phones.

To summarize the video above, the 5 best book reader apps for Android are:

#1. Wattpad. Discover stories written by writers all around the world. The genres include romance, comedy, science fiction, mystery, adventure young adult fiction and fanfiction.

#2. eBook Prestigio. This is a multi-language, multi-format text and audio books reading app. It supports over 25 languages, perfect for non-English speakers

#3. FBReader. This reader is fast and customizable that uses TrueType/OpenType fonts, backgrounds and adjustable screen brightness. You can manually download books using FBReader and save them on your device.

#4. Moon+ Reader. Read thousands of ebooks online for free. It has many features which allow the users to customize the background for reading. It also has a day and night mode switcher.

#5. Bookari. A free ebook reader with a synchronized library. With Bookari, you are able to take down notes, highlight sentences, organize your books and add them to your favourites.

In Conclusion

These are the 5 best ebook reader that you can download for your Android phone. You can get them in Google Play Store for free.

If in case you know any other ebook reader that works excellently, let us know them by leaving a comment inside the box below. Also, if you have questions, do not hesitate to drop them down. We’ll be glad to assist you with whatever we can.

Ways To Contact PayPal Customer Service

Are you having issues with your PayPal account? Did something go wrong with any of your transactions? If that is the case, you should immediately contact the paypal customer service hotline or email.

If you do not know how to do this because this is just your first time to experience an issue with their online services, don’t be worried. It is easy to reach them and ask what you need to know. Their customer hotline agents are friendly enough that you will feel like just talking to a friend.

So here is what you should do in case you will need to contact the PayPal Customer Service line. This will be so simple you will realize that there was nothing to be really worried about.

Contact PayPal Customer Service through a PC or Laptop

  1. If you are on a PC or laptop, this is how it will go. Open your preferred browser.
  2. Type in the address bar the official PayPal’s web address and enter.
  3. Just log in your account using your email address and your personal password.
  4. Once logged in, just click Contact Us and let it load to a new page.
  5. You may choose between “Call Us” or “Email Us” button.
  6. Whichever way you prefer to contact them, make sure that you state your issue clearly. Otherwise, you will not get the answer that you need right away on the first response from them.
  7. If you think that your first report is not enough, then make emailing and calling them your options. Remember that it is your money we are talking about.

From The Editor: You can directy contact paypal customer care by dialing the number 402-935-7733 from your phone. For more info check official website of 1-402-935-7733.

Contact PayPal Customer Service through a Smartphone

  1. Download the PayPal app from Play Store if you still have not installed it on your mobile phone.
  2. For the first time PayPal app user, you will need to verify your login using your mobile number.
  3. Once you are done with the verification, you may now log in your PayPal account using all your security credentials such as email account and password.
  4. On the main user interface of the PayPal app, tap the gear icon on the topmost part of the screen.
  5. After tapping it, look for the “Help” button.
  6. Below the help interface, you may choose to call or email the PayPal Customer Service.
  7. State your issue properly so your solution will be given to you on your first try.

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Last Note:

If you do not have access to a reliable internet, you may also reach the Paypal Customer Service through traditional hotline call. The PayPal’s hotline is 00 1 402-935-2050.

PayPal Customer Service

Always give all the needed and necessary details required. Otherwise, you will be spinning around on the issue without getting the answer you are looking for.

I hope this article helped you. If you have other concerns, feel free to leave your questions in the comment section. We will be sure to answer them as soon as possible. If you have other ways to quickly solve any other PayPal issues, please leave your solution in the comment section as well. Let us help each other because that is always the right thing to do.

How To Change JIOFI Password (2018)

Is your JioFi portable broadband device having a slow internet connection? Despite the good signal reception, you are still having a hard time getting a stable internet access. If that is the case, your JioFi device must have a lot of connected users at the moment. If you do not want other users to access your JioFi Wi-Fi internet connection then you should change your password. Here is how you could change JioFi password.

Note: If you have forgotten your router password then don’t need to change it you can recover your router password very easily. Read How to Recover Router Password (Step by Step).

Change JioFi Password

This method is specifically for the JioFi 3 version. If you are currently using other versions, there might be some slight differences with the interface. But overall, it is pretty much straightforward. Also, be reminded and keep in mind that you should follow the steps carefully or you might end up losing all access to the JioFi Wi-Fi.

  1. First thing is to make sure your JioFi broadband device is turned on. Then see if you are already connected to its Wi-Fi signal. As a default, the name of the Wi-Fi connection and the password to access the Wi-Fi is written at the back of the device. So if just in case this is your first time to access personally your JioFi broadband device, see the sticker on the back and note the necessary details.Change JioFi Password
  2. As soon as you are connected to the JioFi Wi-Fi access, open your web browser. If you are using a smartphone, laptop, or a PC, it’s pretty much the same.
  3. On the web browser of your choice, type the address http://192.168.1.1 and enter.
  4. A login prompt will appear and all you need are the details that were written on the back sticker of the JioFi device. Or you can just type administrator for username and administrator for the password.Change JioFi Password
  5. As soon as you entered those login details, a new user interface will appear. Look for the Wi-Fi Configuration and click on it.Change JioFi Password
  6. You may change JioFi password now. Look for the Password and type a new one on the blank area. This is an important step to make sure that you are using a password that is both easy for you to understand and hard for others to guess. And if you are planning to save a copy of your new password, make sure that you keep it in a safe place that is inaccessible to other people.Change JioFi Password
  7. Click “Save” when you are done.

Added Security

Another way to add more security for your Wi-Fi broadcast is to change the default name to your own customized name. You can name it after you or just anything to make it more personalized. This will make hacking for other people and some known Wi-Fi hacking app a bit more difficult. Here is how to do it.

  1. Enter again on your web browser the http://192.168.1.1 and wait for the login to appear.
  2. Enter the login details the same as when you changed the Wi-Fi password.
  3. Go to the Wi-Fi Configuration.Change JioFi Password
  4. This time look for the Network Name (SSID) and type your preferred new name for your Wi-Fi network.
  5. Click “Save” After you are done.

Please be reminded again that you must use a password combination that is easy for you to remember and hard for others to guess. And if possible, change your Wi-Fi password at least once a month if you decided to share the password with other people such as your neighbors. This will keep the connection better for you and you will have less traffic on your network.

Note: Just like JIO’s 4g routers, TP-Link routers have their own admin login page and it’s tplinkwifi.net. If you own a tplink router then you will need to go to that page in order to log in, so tplink users can go to tplinkwifi.net for login to the admin dashboard.

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VINCENT PRIZE for SHERLOCK-HOLMES audiobook!

The VINCENT PRIZE wants to honor the best works of the genre horror and uncanny fantasy, it is the only literature prize of its kind in Germany.

This year, the Vincent Prize has decided again – and we are once again at the forefront: Thomas Fröhlich’s “Sherlock Holmes and the Secret of the Illusionist” takes first place in the category “Best German-Language Radio Drama / Audiobook”.

The reading of the winners and the presentation of the certificates to those present took place on April 25, 2015, at the Marburg-Con ( all winners here ). We would like to thank the jury and all those involved in the Vincent Prize and congratulate our author Thomas Fröhlich and Markus Winter, who of course contributed to this success with his production and label WinterZeit!

Sherlock Holmes – the audiobook!

Sherlock Holmes Audiobook

Sherlock Holmes Audiobook

The aged and opium-addicted Sherlock Holmes and his faithful companion dr. In their perhaps most mysterious case, Watson investigates: literary figures encounter their authors, an illusionist named Nyarlathotep blurs the line between reality and fiction, and the most famous detective in world history privately faces a few puzzles …

You can read this wonderful thriller in 3 acts – in the book Sherlock Holmes and the secret of the illusionist by Thomas Fröhlich. And now you can hear it too: as a staged reading Sherlock Holmes – The secret of the illusionist with sounds and music, specially produced orchestral soundtrack and film-ready sounds! With Till Hagen as Sherlock Holmes, as well as Tom Jacobs, Erich Räuker, Nora Jokhosha and other well-known voices from a film, radio, and television.

More about the book: Sherlock Holmes and the mystery of the illusionist

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Buy from Amazon:

  • Book: Thomas Fröhlich:  Sherlock Holmes and the mystery of the illusionist
  • Kindle eBook: Sherlock Holmes and The Illusionist’s Secret
  • CD: Audiobook (staged reading) Sherlock Holmes – The Secret of the Illusionist

Buy at Apple iTunes:

  • iTunes audiobook: Sherlock Holmes and The Illusionist’s Secret
  • iBook: Sherlock Holmes and the Illusionist’s Secret

MORBUS: The high priest and the princess

GOOD AND FREE: Our successful scary crime series MORBUS can now be met with a free short story in the popular novel book format.

MORBUS: The high priest and the princess

MORBUS: The high priest and the princess

Charly Bloods “The High Priest and the Princess” plays in Vienna after the war and unites everything that makes MORBUS so lovable and worth reading – ancient myths, threats from the hereafter, criminality and of course the proven Viennese humor. AND MUMMEN!

On 24 pages, new readers will be introduced to the MORBUS universe, while fans will get to know another facet of BASILISK’s investigative activity. And best of all, “The High Priest and the Princess” is a gift – for all who order a printed book / booklet from EVOLVER BOOKS!

And this postage-free!

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The fear that dwells in the adult library (article)

The horror is a worm that devours man for the sake of his abilities. So it is at least in my experience. To explain that, I first have to tell you how I originally learned the right fear from books.
I think I was not yet nine when I boarded the adult library for the first time unaccompanied. It was clear to me from the beginning that I could never secretly slip past the watchful eyes of the two coffee-drinking ladies behind the pay line counter.
So the night before, I organized the library card of my sleeping mother out of her bag. My first steps led me that day directly to the table of the two librarians. There I bravely declared that I should organize books for my sick mother, but did not give them an opportunity to answer, but immediately fled me further inside the premises.
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In retrospect, I must confess that I have probably never been a master of subtle deeds. In my defense, but also said that I was really, really excited that day in the face of the new, not-so-forbidden world that was going to open up to me. So excited that you almost thought I was about to sneak into a militarily guarded zone. But not on that day. On that day, it was just the adult library. But that should be enough to make my heart beat faster.
I knew where I wanted to go. I had previously used the large shelf of fantasy, sci-fi and horror books to tackle from afar. My mother was mainly interested in thrillers and romance novels that took their place right across the big room. Thus, the place of my desire until that day was always well outside my range of action. For it was not allowed for me to accompany them in the premises to move freely, and thus possibly disturb the readers present.
In my memory, the rain kept beating against the big window next to the shelf, which was to become my holy shrine to which I would soon spend the greater part of my free time. The first time, however, the excitement was far too great to pay proper attention to the assortment.
The loan book was limited to ten books. I had calculated that I would take the top three, if my mother, who was still a frequent reader at that time, should not come to me. So I quickly grabbed the thickest and most colorful specimens. The one with the most exciting titles. At least I think that my selection process at that time must have gone something like this. I do not know it anymore. I also know, until one of the books, not exactly.
The way out was uneventful, except for my thumping heartbeat and the thousand little deaths I died while one of the librarians stamped my mother’s credit card. Neither did the lady with the gray ponytail and rimless glasses give me a skeptical look when I finally handed her the books over the counter, nor did she want to know if these were really meant for my mother.
I think a small part of me was a bit disappointed at the time that everything went so smoothly. But most of me was jubilant when, soon after, I pedaled the not to be underestimated weight of the three books on my back, scratched home with my bike. But the jubilee should end on the same day, in the evening.
As I said, of two of the three books that I have cheated on that day, I no longer know the titles. But I’ll never forget the title of the third one. The best scary stories that night would open the door to a new, advanced dimension of fear, right from the first page and from the first page.
The story began inconspicuously. It was about a young boy who wanted nothing more than a pet. To prove that he could take responsibility for it, he should start small. His father, therefore, brought home a worm from his work in the lab. The worm mastered some tricks. He could swim circles in the water, crawl through a ring, and even sculpt certain patterns with his body.
The father explained to the guy that the worm was only a few days old and had learned nothing of what he knew in the traditional sense. This type of worm would have the talent of adaptation to the environment and evolution by eating its own conspecifics. That is, it was enough to educate a primal worm, then cut it into small bites and feed it to the other worms. By working through the worm generations in this way, each feeding one to the next, it would never again be possible to lose even a bit of the acquired knowledge.
In retrospect, of course, I wonder which father would ever come up with the idea of teaching his little son the concept of mutation through cannibalism. On the other hand, the father in this story was a scientist, and thus certainly anxious to offer his child from an early age on what he considered the best foundations and conditions for his subsequent life.
So the guy in the story, of course, soon came up with the idea to explore the learning abilities of his new pet. First, he got a spider from the garden, which he tossed to the worm, and then watched in fascination as the worm grew legs overnight and learned the ability to weave nets.
Again, of course, the question arises for me how and why the father managed to give his little son such a strange, mutated worm out of some obscure lab instead of a kitten. Which of course would be an indicator of the quality of the story for me today. But my young self-did does not ask these questions. It was too fascinated by the further, for him logical developments of the described action.
The guy from the story had soon worked his way up the feed chain. Last but not least, the little neighbor’s doggy found its way into the worm’s throat, which had long outgrown its terrarium and now lived in the garden. At the latest, it dawned on me for the first time on one of the most important differences between the world we create to keep children sheltered and those in which we behave as adults. Innocence does not always save one’s life. The loveliness is also no guarantee of actually being loved by everyone. But on the contrary. It makes you weak and vulnerable.
The little dog in the story had done nothing to anyone. He came running tail-wagging as the boy lured him, and in a little while cruelly grabbed his neck and threw him into the bush, where he knew his worm was hidden. The worm came the next day and licked his calves and face.
He yapped when the lad held up the stick and aborted the thrown ball, much as the little neighbor’s dog had done. Despite all the macabre twists, this story could have ended so, if it had been after me. But did not do it. In fact, she ended up with a scene in which the worm was sitting a little later, in the morning, in the lad’s chair, greeting his mother for breakfast with his voice.
Well, before that night, my contact with adult stories was mainly made up of wacky movie scenes, such as the one in which the Terminator performed his car operations, movie trailers for horror movies from the preview show with Frank Hoffmann, or the movie poster for Devil’s Dance which hung in the display of the city cinema. All things to which her own horror was inherent and undoubted.
A horror that could very well cause heart racing and nightmares. But it also had the advantage that the fear that he created was concretely nameable and therefore finite. And besides, one could boast in addition to the schoolyard with it, which extend at terrible pictures one could not stand, without looking away or even with the batting twitch.
It was not that important that at least half of what was said was just a decoration of the background noise that had been heard behind a timid hand. Their own, vague descriptions had to cover only to a large extent with those of the other children, who were usually even eager not to be caught in a lie.
The horror that unleashed this story with the worm, on the other hand, was of a different kind. Metaphysical, if you will. It was the kind that continued to breed in one. That was able to build on itself until it finally crept into the foundations of what was generally understood as the perception of reality. Or would understand later, if you were older and could already make a sense of it.
So it was the next morning, at this local breakfast table, where the adult I am now caught the little fellow at the time thinking how you could ever be sure not to be a worm that devoured its owner and now just continue his life. Until the day the natural lifespan was lived or something superior was found suitable for extinction.
I claim that this day I started to understand how some stories are not just stories, but so much more than that. The purest form of magic. Portals into an augmented reality. Training centers for the transcendental self. Depending on your taste – light or dark. Where the darkness in my eyes should always prove so much more attractive and powerful.
Very soon afterward, I returned to the adult library to further investigate this phenomenon and deepen my knowledge of it.
(Erik R. Andara)

Morbus Review in Rattus Libri

The Rattus Libri has now also committed to Morbus and brought a fabulous criticism:

“Walter pointed to the open books. “The lion bride is about a young girl who befriends a lion. However, when she is grown and wants to marry, she is killed by jealousy of the animal. Nice story, but there is also a version in which this lion takes on human form and the friendship should have been quite intense.

I suspect that even then the transformation of an animal into a human has succeeded. And somebody has now repeated the experiment in Schönbrunn. “(“At full moon you are dead”) “When the moon is full you’re dead”: During a beer, district inspector Gustav Horak tells his former colleague Bernd Waidmann about some strange deaths that were always committed in his district at a full moon. In one of the cases, the victim, an elderly lady, was stabbed even with her own umbrella. None of the victims were robbed, instead, the respective worn furs were disgraced and destroyed. After a short while, Waidmann decides to submit the case of Harry Teufel, his contact person from Basilisk.

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Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure approaching. The shadow was crooked. The person rubbed his palms. That could only be Heinrich. From time to time he had already seen him hysterically giggling. And once he had jumped from one leg to the other and had sung children’s songs. “(” Under the spell of the murderer doll “) “Under the spell of the murderer doll “: A new player mixes brutally with the Viennese underworld. The fact that this is a doll called Amanda, the remaining bosses who are attached to their lives, have accepted or not. But now an unknown is about to eliminate Amanda’s competition, bringing Vienna to the brink of gang warfare.
After the “Morbus” -Hefte 1 and 2 actually appeared in the classic magazine novel format, cases 3 and 4 were now combined into a paperback and handed over to Evolver Verlag for publication (both cases appear as ebooks separately).

The content continues seamlessly, as ex-policeman Bernd Waidmann and the goth girl Petra Jesse Maier learn more about the secret organization Basilisk, which “ensures that everyone can live well together”. This refers to the figures from the legends and legends of the Austrian capital, which are more real than most Viennese think. The case of the strange fur desecration resembles in construction and mood the first volume “blood oath of the Danube people”. Again, it is a local fairy tale that is the trigger of events and ultimately leads to the investigation of the case and the transfer of the perpetrator. Just as the Danubian Prince protected only his daughter, even the villain here is not a mere murderer, but a tragic character, which only follows her nature.

The case “Under the spell of the murderer doll” comes with significant activity in the Vienna underworld less melancholy, but more like a “Jerry Cotton” novel, therefore. Here, too, is the fantastic element, the explanation of how a living malignant doll can give, comprehensible introduced into the action (as part of the serial construct seen). You even get to feel sympathy for Amanda’s brother Maxi, the second animated doll you already know from “The Prater Dance the Grim Reaper”. The other Prater events are also taken up again here and further developed so that a sustainable sense of series including unforeseen character developments results.

As in the previous episodes, one may enjoy the somewhat crude humor of the Viennese and enjoy some passages in the most beautiful Viennese dialect; a glossary is also included.

The covers of the two horror stories were once again designed by Jörg Vogeltanz and also show reworked classical paintings – this time it is “A Leopard” (1572) by Paul de Vos and “Young Girl with Doll” (1884) by Berthe Morisot. All in all, “Morbus 3 and 4” keep what Parts 1 and 2 promised. Since the basic mood of both cases is clearly different, there is no boredom when reading the double band. (EH)

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Reading Deluxe

For our audience, we know that nothing is too big, nothing too noble and nothing to fancy. Thus, at the last publishing house reading called “The 1000 Faces of the Pulp”, it took us to the feudal premises of the university library in the historic building of the Academy of Fine Arts in Schillerplatz in Vienna, which once again demonstrated this in the most impressive way. In the midst of the splendid furniture and the floor-to-ceiling shelves, which bend in front of beautifully leather-bound, old books, three of our authors have finally read from their works: R. Evolver, Werner Skibar aka Charly Blood and, our new entry, Erik R. Andara.

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Whether Kay Blanchard fought Sidekick-Kat for a life-to-death battle for her great boots, then swinging herself into a Cambodian taxi for a buddy-holly look-alike, or a jinn in the best kind of coffee bean roasting in a mysterious Viennese eatery, or even the father of the gods of Asia and his son beat a bottle of Icelandic schnapps in the dog area behind the Vienna Museum – once again we knew how to play all of our cards properly, in the presence of the altar of the Most Reverend Pulp literature to sink to its knees. It was a huge pleasure for us, should be noted here once again. And we plan to hold another of our literary fairs soon.

Finally, the University Library of the Academy of Fine Arts and its staff, especially Mag. Sarah Fiedler, for their wonderful commitment and the tireless organization in the service of this, thoroughly successful, thanks for reading! We would certainly come back if you let us!

So much for now. Be safe and keep reading the good stuff!

EVOLVER BOOKS goes Vienna Comix

It is no secret that the organizers of the Vienna Comix have long been committed to supporting the local art scene – wherever and wherever possible. That he does not forget the eponymous, pictorial storytellers and those who write only what they have to say with letters on paper, we are particularly pleased personally!

Next to us, for example, was the award-winning, Austrian author couple JH Praßl with their fantasy series as a guest. Readers heart what more do you want? So we got our little table, decorated and filled with the many colorful books from the House of EVOLVER BOOKS, and then full of anticipation waiting for the crowd, which soon filled the hall.

We met Indiana Jones and the Joker, Jack Sparrow, Deadpool, many bright, Asian-looking beings with big rifles on their shoulders, which unfortunately we could not name and, I believe, even saw John Constantine sneaking around our assortment. We chatted with the interested people and introduced them to the many hypnotic iridescent pages of pulp literature and fantasy.

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Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss! And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon. At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage! Asian-looking creatures with big rifles on their shoulders that we unfortunately could not name and, I believe, even saw John Constantine sneaking around our assortment.

We chatted with the interested people and introduced them to the many hypnotic iridescent pages of pulp literature and fantasy. Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss!

And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon. At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage! Asian-looking creatures with big rifles on their shoulders that we unfortunately could not name and, I believe, even saw John Constantine sneaking around our assortment.

We chatted with interested people and introduced them to the many hypnotic aspects of pulp literature and fantasy. Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss! And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon.

At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage! which unfortunately we could not name and, I believe, even saw John Constantine sneaking around our assortment.

We chatted with interested people and introduced them to the many hypnotic aspects of pulp literature and fantasy. Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss!

And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon. At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage! which unfortunately we could not name and, I believe, even saw John Constantine sneaking around our assortment.

We chatted with the interested people and introduced them to the many hypnotic iridescent pages of pulp literature and fantasy. Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss!

And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon. At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage! how John Constantine sneaked around our assortment. We chatted with the interested people and introduced them to the many hypnotic iridescent pages of pulp literature and fantasy.

Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss!

And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon. At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage! how John Constantine sneaked around our assortment.

We chatted with interested people and introduced them to the many hypnotic aspects of pulp literature and fantasy. Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss!

And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon. At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage! Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss!

And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon. At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage! Of course, we did not forget to let them know that something is happening at EVOLVER BOOKS, and soon there will be new releases in the house, which you definitely should not miss!

And we were all happy in the end, shaking hands and promising to meet again soon. At the latest on the next Vienna Comix in autumn – then with our new books in the luggage!

The fear that dwells under dark bridges

The bridge arch was long and dark, and there was no other way around it. Actually, it was more of a tunnel than anything else. A long tube with a low vaulted ceiling, formed of fist-sized, roughly hewn paving stones and crowned by a good meter of soil and gravel. Upstairs at a network of rails that connected directly to the local train station. Although not the only way, it was the only one that made sense if you wanted to go to the nearby supermarket from home.

Everything was fine in the summer. In the summer, the days were long enough, so that I could still quickly rush to the supermarket in the evening when my mother sent me for one or the other trivial thing that was missing for the Lord’s Supper. On the way there, I moved as quickly as possible through this dark tube, which in the middle always smelled suspiciously of stinging urine and brackish leachate, and kept my head down as a precaution so that I would not end up in the countless, low-hanging cobwebs on the ceiling fell.

But in the fall, when the evenings began to break, it was a completely different matter to cross the tunnel. There was not a single lantern in the cramped, narrow-leaved path leading to the tunnel entrance. Most of the surrounding allotments were already deserted and the light behind the windows of the garden sheds was extinguished for the rest of the winter.

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Rather sooner than later, October came so far that this evening trip to the supermarket became a race against the dying light of the day, and dusk became a fierce opponent, which was in no case to be overtaken. But no matter how fast I pedaled, at some point every year, I came to this point, from which there was no longer a chance to decide the race for me. By the end of October at the latest, the day had already become so short that I did not manage to have enough light on the way back to drive through the tunnel safely. This was always the time when the game officially began.

The rules of the game were simple – teeth together and through, hoping that a train would not be thundering across the tube right now – because if he did that, then you were fucked up. The dedication to this game, which cost me an unimaginable amount of courage, was so high. So high that on some days it actually made more sense for me to take the much, much farther away over the ring road, and thereby risk getting my mother duly washed for this incomprehensible junk.

If it really came to that, I endured it shamed and wordless, knowing that she could not understand the horror that awaited me in the long autumn and much longer winter nights in the dark tunnel. But on the contrary. Any explanation on my part would have sounded like a sad excuse. Not that she ever said that to me like that. I guessed it was only in her eyes, in the few moments when I was tempted to explain it to her. So at some point, I let it stay simple.

But of course, there is no game that would make sense to play if there was not a win. So of course in this case. It was the feeling that came with it, when the darkness lay behind you, making the high entry-level job so bittersweet. If one whipped the legs of the hedgehogs, which were hanging far in the way, against the shoulders as they drove past, and one finally held euphorically to the road that led to home, then that could not be compared to anything else. Those few feet of heroism, of which one only knew himself, and which one could only carry so long in his chest, until once again turned into the light of the first lamp, and it became unreal there, were better than all,

Why? I’ll tell you why: because it used to beat terrible monsters! At night, in this tube, the darkest creatures dwelt behind the unfathomable gaps between the stones, eagerly waiting to be carried into our world on the backs of unsuspecting passers-by. You do not believe me? Then you know why I’ve never told anyone about it before. I have to say honestly, I do not believe it anymore. But on those evenings, when I was standing on the small hill, doing the shopping and hanging in a plastic bag from my bicycle handlebar, the navigation in the tunnel made it all but easy for me because of the weight he gave to my bike would – especially at the speed,

What did you want from me? I could not say that at the time. And if today I remember this tunnel, then it is nothing more than a tunnel. At the same time, I also understand how he could easily become a permeable, threatening place in the fabric for a child with too much imagination, who for some time had been able to manage the actually forbidden, horror department of the adult library with cunning and cunning. Another, not so small part of me means meanwhile that maybe then I just was not so dull, and was slashed to the universal reality, as I am today, and it would also be very possible that What I felt there and they could have had its justification. I don’t know.

But back to the game. So when I was ready to face my fear, I rang my dive into the unknown with the same ritual, namely by pressing my bicycle bell twice. Then I dropped over the cliff of the short slope and headed straight for the tunnel. The dynamo whirred over the rims. Underneath, the spokes rattled, and the faint, trembling filament of my headlight made the entrance to which I now approached appear all the more like a wide-open, toothless mouth. The entrance to the next-door dimension, always patiently waiting for me in the same place to devour me and spit it out again in the lonely chill of the dark, threatening abyss between the stars … now, please, no train, all, just no train,

The dark things inside hung on my strained gasp as soon as they entered. Imitated it from time to time out of countless holes and hoped to confuse me so. They wanted to distract me from what they were planning. The echo from their mouths pointed to the vast catacombs that lay behind the translucent stones of the cramped walls.

Through their cracks, as soon as I got inside, the flexible limbs of my fighters immediately pushed and began the persecution. The echo was meant to hide how close they really were to me – just a hair’s breadth off. They knew I could not look for them with the cantilevered weight of the carrycot on my handlebar to make sure. I would risk too drifting off to the side and colliding with one of the walls. But despite everything, this was still the best way to transport shopping home. I know what I’m talking about.

At the very beginning, I made the mistake of tying the bag to the luggage rack. Once and never again. Because of this stupid, catastrophic mistake, they actually first became aware of me. My bike was no longer the youngest and the handlebar of my porter was exhausted. As a result, I lost the purchase then, and had to stop in the middle of this vile tube, and eventually even turn around to pick it up again. That cost me time, too much time. The creatures were able to absorb my weather in peace, while I lifted the food from the evil-smelling ground. From then on, they always knew exactly when it was I who entered their world. And then, when I finally got back up, it was already too late. They had called their ruler. The train came and thundered with full force across the tunnel. He shook the skeleton of this fragile tube system so hard throughout the night that I actually feared it might collapse completely, and I would be forever trapped in the space between the gates. Totally at the mercy of its inhabitants. No chance of ever escaping this madness.

Since that day I was constantly on the run. It was painfully clear to me that I could not allow myself a second time to stay in the underpass, while a train with its vibrations above me crumbled the fabric completely. It would have meant my safe end. And believe me, the end of an immortal, because nothing else is one in the self-perception of a child, is by no means a worthwhile goal!

Below me the stained floor, above me the moving nets with the many twitching shadows of the grotesquely magnified arachnoids, who threw themselves down at me with their bloated, shining bodies and paralyzed me with their stings, defenseless as an offering to the inhabitants of the gaps behind leave the wall behind. I pedaled like crazy. I sweat like a pig at any outdoor temperature and sometimes I pray too. Sometimes they overtook me and confronted me as random passers-by who angered and clumsily tried to block the way. Tried to oppose my unstoppable ride. Trying to make me freeze in fear with their eyes and mouthless faces. But I never looked straight into their faces, never let them stop me, and won again and again and again. I stormed, heart in my throat, undeterred and straight through the abyss. No matter what happened, in the tunnel itself you should never hesitate, never hesitate.

I raced on, on and on, out into the sweet evening air, toward the privet branches that welcomed me, and knocked on my shoulders in acknowledgment. The shopping bag with the sweet spoils of failure hung safely on the handlebar, and I was ultimately always the winner! The glorious triumphant over evil through and through! Against all odds, I was always the one who laughed last, as I left behind the dark kicking behind me and turned into the light of the hometown road to continue whizzing away from there on home. There I stuffed the supper, which was only due to me and my fearlessness, into me as quickly as possible, and then crept into my room to learn about the latest

Nightgame and dawn, Volume 1 – new in the program

At night and dawn – The dreadedThere would be a lot to say. First of all, that it is modern, dark fantasy of the highest quality. If you like Neil Gaiman’s “American Gods”, the “Watchman” series by Sergej Lukianenko, or even the works of HP Lovecraft, you should not miss this book. Author Erik R. Andara creates here from old traditions and modern, contemporary ideas a completely new mythology around his hometown Vienna, which beats the reader quickly and inevitably into its spell. He draws a dangerous world full of magic and old, power-hungry beings in the eternal struggle for supremacy on earth and in other spheres. While Andara sends his hero through the nightly streets in search of answers and a young goddess makes her ambitious intrigues spin, he also shows

We are very pleased to be able to enrich our program with this extraordinary debut novel from the summer of 2017.

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On the entire planet, myths and beings from times long past compete for their place in the new world order. A consortium of gods in Vienna has mistakenly brought a totally unpredictable creature across the threshold in the constant arms race between factions and is now struggling to keep it under control. At the same time the social scar follower Victor Neithardt the trace of a strange boy who jumped from a bridge in front of his eyes. Obscure policewoman Sinibaldi, who takes on the case, seems to think that Neithardt is much more than just an ordinary night-street worker. She pushes the protagonist on a path that leads either to another reality or straight into the madness. Soon, Victor does not have the slightest idea where the ever stranger events will bring him: even deeper into the darkness or back to the light?

To the author:

Erik R. Andara was born in 1977 near the Dunkelsteinerwald and grew up withdrawn in a small hermitage on the edge of the forest. He devoted himself there – almost immediately after his arrival in this world – to reading and telling stories. When he had to realize with surprise that the so-called reality was still valid in the new millennium, he decided to go to Vienna. From there he wanted to expand his search and gather more material for his stories from every corner of the multiverse. Today, he writes mainly gloomy fantasy, works as an editor for the online magazine Phantastikon, designed book and magazine covers and occasionally draws comics. Recently his stories and illustrations appeared in “Visionarium” (Edition Gwydion) and in “IF – Magazine for Applied Fantastic” (White Train), in the “Kriminal Journal” and in e-book format on the platform neobooks: “At the foot of the Lighthouse it is dark “and” The Feast of the Fathers “. His publishing debut “Nightgown and Dawn – The Dreaded” will be released by EVOLVER BOOKS in 2017.