Yen Press imprint: 1465 books

Deep within the bowels of Paris, Noé and Vanitas race through the catacombs with an elite team of Chasseurs, the Church's anti-vampire unit, in hot pursuit. Their search for the missing vampires takes the pair down a path all too familiar to Vanitas, bringing them face-to-face with not only an overwhelming...

"The answer you seek lies within them." Oz Vessalius may have survived his stint in the Abyss, but he is no closer to discovering the truth behind the "sin" for which he was condemned. On the advice of a mysterious man who appeared to him when Alice regained the first of...

Someone once said that all they would find there was darkness that swallowed everything whole. But that never meant that light was nowhere to be found-- They finally arrive at an answer to the question of how to save their world. It is the product of many months, even years. Cruel yet kind,...

As Oz Vessalius and his valet, Gilbert, are reunited with their dear Uncle Oscar, they fail to notice an alienated Alice lost in thought stumbling right into the lurking Xerxes Break. Before Alice can take heed of Break's warning of a trap set by the Cheshire Cat - a powerful, extraordinary chain...

Guided by Jack Vessalius, the man from Alice's memories, Oz wanders back into the world of lost memories in search of Alice. There, he stumbles upon the devastating tragedy of Sablier, the century-old disaster which sent the old capital into the Abyss, an incident of which no one has any recollection...except...

Where in the world are you? This question is posed to Oz Vessalius once more. After overcoming the chains of infinite despair that bind him, the answer at which he arrives becomes a blinding light, piercing through the jet-black darkness. As though hope can be spun out of the emotions of a person's heart...

"What those people are looking at...isn't me." Though Oz's sudden appearance in the midst of Pandora wreaks havoc, the initially chilly reception to the prison-breaker runs more than warm when Jack Vessalius, hero of the tragedy of Sablier and the man from Alice's memories, manifests...

What I have granted them...is the "possibility" of survival. "I want you to be 'happy.'" One man's parting wish succeeds in awakening Oz's heart, long held captive in the depths of his own soul, as though breaking all the chains that bind him...

REMEMBER...WHAT IT IS YOU TRULY DESIRE--! Duldum and Duldee, two hearts struggling against each other. They are interchangeable, but far from ordinary, reverberations. The irreversible final moment closes in, a result of a seemingly hopeless wish. As if it was the beginning of the end...

The pathetic farce that has unfolded in earnest is no more than an absurd yarn spun by the man who caused the Tragedy of Sablier by following his heart's desires. The players in his tale begin dancing with abandon, their emotions bottled up inside, as though they are marionettes manipulated by a master puppeteer...

Once, following the tragedy of Sablier, Jack Vessalius made a valiant sacrifice to stop his best friend, Glen Baskerville, by allowing his body to anchor a set of seals by which Glen's soul was confined. But now these seals, long guarded by mages under the watchful gaze of Pandora, are being smashed...

The snow-white maiden encountered once upon a time in the depths of the Abyss by the clown christened the Red-Eyed Specter...who was she really? As there are two sides to every story, could it be there are two sides to the existence known as Alice? Duke Barma may have provided a sordid outline, but...

The past holds everyone in its thrall, and Oz, Alice, Raven, Break, and their acquaintances are no exception, especially as recollections of the tragedy of Sablier elude even those who were present. Indeed, with his own body playing host to Jack Vessalius, the hero of Sablier, the likelihood of Oz...

The tragedy that befell a bustling city a hundred years earlier. Eyes of ill omen. Stone seals. The warped gears that began turning long ago play out a requiem for one who was much loved. The solemn sound of the dirge colors the world that hears its notes a melancholy gray...as though it was always meant to be...