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Coming of age as a time traveler isn’t easy. Young George St. James gets help from a magical medieval monk and a 23rd century geneticist. But they can’t keep him safe from a secret society dedicated to eliminating time travel. When love unexpectedly arrives in a distant century, George must use all his skill to thwart his foes while trying to save his beloved from their malice.
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A sharp pang in his shoulder startled him. What was happening? An attacker straddled him, but George wrestled and freed himself. Getting to his feet, George saw that the man was a few feet away.
His enemy leaped forward and gouged him in the shoulder. George lurched around the cell, remembering the Optimalists. Had he said his mantra? .
Suddenly, the figure evaporated. .
George just caught his breath when another man appeared—tall, robed, and coming toward him. At the last moment, he saw it was his mentor. .
Brother Bernardo leaned down. He pushed open George’s shirt. “This is a shallow wound. I’ve brought unguent and herbal pills.” .
The monk handed the pills to George, who swallowed them with spit as Bernardo squatted next to him and dabbed salve on his cut. .
“You won’t be able to timegather until this heals, my son.” .
“Can you partner me away?” .
Bernardo nodded. “I can, but first let the pills work.” .
“How did they find me?” .
“You must have left traces. Did you repeat the mantra?” .
“I can’t remember.” .
“Never forget! The prayer is your lifeline. Keep it as close as your dagger.” .
“I don’t carry a dagger.” .
George could see Bernardo’s disdainful look. “Even monks carry daggers. Can you stand?” .
George tried to stand up but sank down, his back against the wall. .
“Give it a few more minutes. I wish I’d brought you wine.” .
“I’d rather have water,” George croaked. .
“Don’t be silly. No one drinks water.” .
“You’ve lived too long in the Middle Ages. In 2061, we have pure mountain water from the tap.” .
His mentor laughed. “I’ve forgotten civilization. Are you able to stand? We don’t have much time. Medieval justice is swift.”
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I enjoyed the excerpt, thank you for sharing.
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This sounds like an excellent read.
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