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| A couple of generations ago the concept of “fusion” was pretty much reserved for hydrogen bombs and hopes for cheap, clean electric power. Then came “fusion cuisine,” sometimes interesting but too often hapless mashups of different cooking styles in a single dish. And finally somewhere along the line fusion struck the world of literature. Once upon a time librarians and bookstore clerks only had to look at the cover art to know where to shelve a new release, but genre fusion has made that dicey. Think cozy murder mysteries (Perri O’Shaughnessy, for instance) or VampRom and almost anything Mercedes Lackey ever wrote. Well, the next step in fusion is here, and it’s an uneasy marriage of bodice-ripper and speculative fiction: Archetype, from the pen of M. D. Waters.
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