Kat Jaske

Out of Phase: A Time Traveler's Chronicle (For Honor, #4) (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Desperate people sacrifice almost everything that is dear to them and travel over 800 years into the past, to seventeenth-century France, in hopes of saving the future. They had what they thought was a great plan, but it failed. And now, someone else has to pick up the pieces. Take a peek at a scene from the book as Laurel and the musketeers prepare to travel to the future:

The trees, tall and majestic, stood as silent watchers. Seeing all that passed beneath their limbs as they had for countless centuries. Again, in this crisp, cool dawn they resumed their sentinel duty as a small party wove beneath their bows and came to stand in an equally small clearing. Four men and one woman. All mute as the first rays of light played across the skin of their faces and the backs of their hands.

In his hand the tallest of the group held a thermoTriresin, metallic plastic the size of a paperback book. Branches rustled as if whispering to each other. The woman glanced around, on guard. Seeing nothing, she dropped back into a state of deliberately-relaxed attention. Zut she was jumpy. Felt like her first solo spy mission all over again. Or was it more like the trepidation she had felt the day before her wedding?

Laurel took herself to task for being so ill at ease. Soon she'd be joining her husband. The rest she would not think about right now. Her eyes stayed focused on Jean-Pierre as he intensely regarded the comstat. Watched as he set the device by hand and by mind command. Then double-checked the settings. At the same time the duchesse noted the musketeers were doing the same as she was.

Jean-Pierre looked up from the readings, and a luminescent, scant blue portal with silver glimmerings opened in the fabric of the space-time continuum. Nothing could be seen on the other side of the portal-like bubble.

"After you," the young man managed to say despite the tightness of the muscles in his throat. One by one, Laurel and the musketeers stepped into the hazy light and disappeared, waiting in nether-space for Jean-Pierre to enter and close their route, sending them to the 26th century.

A moment longer the large man paused. He knew once he stepped through that portal it would be a very long time, if ever, before he knew peace again. Young. He was too young and unprepared for this. Consciously he shut out the rest of his thoughts and strode through the shimmering opening. If Guillaume could face this thing, then so could he.

Onto themselves the globes of light collapsed, and a little blond-haired figure sprinted forward. Paused not even a second before she dove through the fading color spray. At the last possible instant another large, masculine form darted from behind the tree, thrusting his body into the very last quivers of warped energy field of space and time. He too disappeared. And in the clearing the trees continued to whisper. The sun rose. Another typical day.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Kat Jaske
• Erscheinungstermin: 1. September 2018
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9780463326350
• Artikelnr.: 53199111

Autorenporträt

Bonjour. I'm Kat Jaske. Las Vegas residentwell more precisely Henderson, Nevada, which is right next door •Married to Bryant Jaske-Moser and mother of Daniel Jaske-Moser *Runner Helped my crosscountry team win state championship Ohio state championship (5-K race). I'm even more proud of the next year when our team placed fourth, but I ran a personal best State Course time of a little over 19 and a half minutes. • Fencer Yes, with swords, especially sabers. You know, the musketeer thing. Or Zorro. • Singer • Active in church • Love my black cat, Minnesota and her younger sister Abigail • Writer Historical fiction, science fiction, fantasy, poems, articles, all sorts of items for students and parents Many of my ideas for writing or teaching come to me when I am running. Unfortunately, I can't carry a journal with me, so I have to wait until I finish, walk in the door, and then grab a pencil and paper, or a computer, and put them down. I have always loved reading and writing, voraciously. Mom's favorite story is about the time she had to punish me for something (which I am probably innocent of doing) by saying, "No reading. Do not go to your room. Sit here and watch TV." I hated TV. Writing takes passion (a love of words in my opinion) and when you have that passion, it permeates everything. Word scrambles and other word games and puzzles and other thinking games are "cool". I graduated from Wake Forest University in Winston Salem, N.C. in three and a half years with a double major in English and Psychology. After working two years and saving every penny I could, I headed to France and spent two years studying there. Then returned to the U.S. to work a couple years before attending UNLV where I finished my Masters of Education and teaching certificate. Now I spend time teaching my students the finer points of the French language and culture, and encouraging them to read and write.