I was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing. It was late. I checked my alarm clock — 3am. “Who could be ringing at this time of night?” I thought. I cursed and fumbled for the handset.
“Who’s this?”
It was two o’clock in the morning and Ashley Bowman was still awake. Josh, her husband of six months, lay beside her, his chest moving up and down with the slow steady breath of slumber. Seeing him made her smile. She knew it wasn’t a dream.
As he boarded the Tramcar, Cozy couldn’t tell if his ocular hack had already begun to trip him out, or if he was just way too charged up from his re-entry into real time from the docs’ office virtual Net. Either way, things were definitely looking odd.
Pam noted that the disheveled man in the long brown, wet coat had been intently studying the sandwiches in the chiller cabinet for a good 5 minutes… at least. He constantly kept looking down into his hand, as what looked like a fistful of change, trying count it.. maybe hoping more would appear !?
Agnes did a double take of the black man.
Or was it a brown man… it was so hard these days… Maybe he was Mexican or Latino. There weren’t many “People of Color” (as they liked to call themselves) in Lake…
63 AD EASTERN BRITAIN
Chapter one
Spur pulled back the hanging from the doorway of the hut he had found himself in when he had woken up and looked out on the cold, damp, misty vista that stretched away to river and on to the town of DurobrivaeOh shit, he thought…
Admiral Krychek, their glorious commander rose. A true Amazon, at almost two metres, with broad square shoulders, she commanded respect, desire and above all, awe. She rarely failed to turn heads.
Prologue. For centuries we thought we were alone. We were never more wrong. They were there all this time, we just didn’t know. We weren’t aware. And we never saw. But we know now. They made sure we did. We had rather let them keep us in the dark. Because now we know, it has to end.