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1932. After being left at the altar, free-spirited Ginny Weltermint boards a train and heads back home to Hollywood. But when she stumbles across a body in one of the carriages, she unwittingly becomes involved in a murder mystery. Stopping in a small village to investigate the crime, Ginny soon clashes with the surly, old-school detective who comes aboard to solve the murder.

It's been several years since the Druid Prince, Ren of the Undivided, and his half-Faerie companion, Trása, stumbled into to the reality where the Faerie are all to be eradicated by the Matráchái. With the help of the Pete and Logan Doherty, the unsuspecting human twins stranded with them, Ren must find a way back to our reality to save his twin brother, Darragh, from a fate worse than death. Not even the additional help of a dispossessed Merlin, a loyal pixie or a ninja leprechaun is much use in a world without magic. Not when you're wanted by the police and helping your brother involves busting him out of the toughest prison in Europe.

Time is running out for Rónán and his psychically-linked twin brother, Darragh. In two weeks, at the Autumn Solstice in their own reality, the Queen of the Faerie will transfer the Undivided power to the new-found heirs and the older twins will die. But Darragh is trapped in 2001 Dublin and Rónán in a reality where the Undivided are not Druids, but Shinto warriors.

The Undivided are divided. The psychic twins, Ronan and Darragh, have been separated by the traitor Druid, Amergin, who has kidnapped Ronan and thrown him through a rift into another reality. Now time is running out for Darragh. If Ronan isn't found soon, they will both die. But his twin brother is lost in a reality where Druids are legend, and there is no magic. Somehow, before the Autumn Equinox, they must find one young man in a world of six billion people...

Do you recognize uniquely hillbilly shinola when you hear it? Does your mouth go off long before your brain fully engages? Do you easily get exquisitely simple things bollixed up beyond reasonable repair? Are you a veritable storehouse of meaningless and insignificant information? If so, you’ll feel right at home with the retired redneck geezers who regularly gather around the wood stove at the Gatesville General Store. Set in the hills of southern Indiana, the store is the old boys’ high church for general tomfoolery and otherwise misguided prattle, and their beloved heater is their altar.