“When I was smaller I thought that at some point in my life I’d reach the top of the mountain. You know, the place where you’re finally happy. The night I got a standing ovation in the school play was the night I got to the top. The trouble was, no one ever told me that I’d have to hike back down.”
Finally, everything is going right for 13 year-old Jazmine Crawford. After years of being invisible, she’s making friends, talking to her mum and hanging out with Liam. But what happens when everyone around her changes? Will getting back in touch with her grandma help her cope or just make things worse? And who’s going to finally give arrogant Angela what she deserves?
Invincible is the much-anticipated sequel to Invisible, a semi-finalist in the 2014 Amazon Book of the Year Award.
Invincible, the sequel to my first novel, Invisible, was released at the end of November 2014 and in a month and a half sold 200 copies. On release it reached number 23 in its category on Amazon US.
Chapter 1
The day after it all happens, I start to dream.
I’m not talking about, you know, ‘follow your dreams’ or ‘dream big and reach high’, the sort of stuff people write on pictures of clouds and mountains or kittens tackling enormous balls of wool and then post all over the internet. I’m talking about proper, tucked-up-at-night dreams. Talking, fighting, travelling dreams. Dreams that pounce on you, drag you away by the hair, tie you to the bed and then jump on your chest until it hurts.
Nightmares.
You’d think after my dad had died, I would have dreamt about that. You’d think when we moved house, time and time again, I might have gone back to all the old places in my sleep. You’d think after the whole bullying thing at school I would have had some kind of material for my brain to play with after lights out.
But, no. I haven’t dreamt—that is, had a dream I could remember in the morning—since Dad’s funeral. For four years my mind has been blank and quiet. I’ve gone to bed, shut my eyes, tossed a little and then gotten up in the morning.
Until now.
Now, I’m making up for lost time. I’m a night passenger on a speed-seeking, haunted amusement ride. A different one every night. I wake in the dark, panting and exhausted, filled with terror or horror—whatever this night’s particular ride specialises in.
Some nights people with no faces chase me through shopping malls and try to kill me.
Some nights monsters with green tails and black eyes oozing pus chase me through forests and try to kill me.
Some nights I’m walking with my friends; Gabby on one side, Liam on the other. I step behind for a minute, call them to notice an unusual tree with vivid blue leaves. When they turn back, their eyes are wild and they try to kill me.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Roberta Maresca
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Portuguese
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Translated by Mariana Reis
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