Invincible

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Love must be stronger than fear, stronger than fate.

Invincible.

The future of two worlds depends on it.

Joy Malone has learned to live between two realities, surviving mortal threats and agonizing betrayals. And she's found true love. But the world of the Twixt is in chaos, and the Council wants someone to blameâ€Ļ Facing a danger greater than any she's ever known, Joy must find the strength to rely on herself as her allies fall away, because Joy is no longer sure just who—or what—she is. She knows only that her deepest secret is also her greatest vulnerability and the key to saving them all.

As she fights to protect her friends and family and to unite two disparate worlds, Joy has to trust that some bonds are stronger than magic.
Love must be stronger than fear, stronger than fate. Invincible. The future of two worlds depends on it. Joy Malone has learned to live between two realities, surviving mortal threats and agonizing betrayals. And she's found true love. But the world of the Twixt is in chaos, and the Council...

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Dawn Metcalf writes about fairy tales, myths and sharp, pointy objects. She has yet to be whisked away to Fairyland, but also has yet to be stabbed in the eye. You can find her and her family buried somewhere beneath piles of costuming, crayons, karate pads and board games masquerading as a normal Victorian house in northern Connecticut. If they had a sign, it would be: Confounding the Neighbor Children Since 1999. Visit Dawn and the Twixt at www.dawnmetcalf.com.

Dawn Metcalf writes about fairy tales, myths and sharp, pointy objects. She has yet to be whisked away to Fairyland, but also has yet to be stabbed in the eye. You can find her and her family buried somewhere beneath piles of costuming, crayons, karate pads and board games masquerading as a norma...

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