Time Knot: A Timepathway Book - Softcover

Morison, M. C.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1785354906 ISBN 13: 9781785354908

Verlag: LODESTONE BOOKS, 2017

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When Rhory is shot at in Surrey, and nearly kidnapped in Alexandria, he knows it's Game On. Pursued across time, over snow and ice in war-torn medieval Sweden, sought in a slave market in Ancient Alexandria, he and his young teenage companions have a task: to save priceless wisdom from the Library of Alexandria. Three modern witches are determined to stop them.

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Murray C. Morison lives in Crete, and has studied how the Hermetic mysteries spread from Egypt through Greece and into Europe, being hidden in plain view up until the present day. He has worked as a lecturer in psychology, a psychotherapist and business consultant.

Murray C. Morison lives in Crete, and has studied how the Hermetic mysteries spread from Egypt through Greece and into Europe, being hidden in plain view up until the present day. He has worked as a lecturer in psychology, a psychotherapist and business consultant.

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Time Knot

By M.C. Morison

John Hunt Publishing Ltd.

Copyright © 2016 M.C. Morison
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-78535-490-8

CHAPTER 1

Return to the Well

England – about now

Juliette stepped in front of me, her arms wide apart, blocking my path.

"Rhory. No. You can't expect me to believe that. It defies science and it defies common sense. I don't know why you're saying these things."

Behind her the trees of Hammerford Park writhed and rustled in the chill wind. We stood facing each other midway between the bandstand and the old oak. Juliette is my favourite sister. Correction. Juliette is my only sister. Seventeen, brighter than a super-nova and prettier than your average celeb, she remained my older sister and thus terminally irritating.

I tried to explain for the umpteenth time: "But it's true. I can only tell you what I experienced. I wasn't going to share this with you because I knew you wouldn't get it. But you insisted. 'Tell me the truth,' you said. 'No, I'll understand,' you said. So I did. And you don't."

"Would you honestly expect any sane person to believe that under our stupid old bandstand there is an ancient temple?" She pointed at the structure with the green finger of her rainbow-coloured gloves. "And if it is there, which it isn't, but if it is there, that you're the only one who knows about it?"

Juliette turned to face the bandstand, as though expecting me to produce an old temple like a rabbit out of a hat. Her dark hair blew around her face and she pulled her multicoloured woolly hat lower.

"I never said I was the only one who knows about it. It's marked on an old map that Natasha and I found at the Town Hall, and I think that an ancient secret society —"

"You can stop right there." Jules spun back and poked me in the chest. "Save me the ridiculousness of ancient secret societies. You've always had a vivid imagination. In many ways it's quite cute. But now you're going too far."

"Look, Jules, like it or not, there's a tunnel running from the old well in the Wild Wood." I pointed in the general direction beyond the swimming pool enclosure. "And it comes out into the temple. The temple then opens into the storage area under the bandstand. Jeez ..." irritation buzzed through me, "... I walked it only a few weeks ago."

"Okay. The joke's gone on long enough. I don't even know why I've come with you." She thrust her hands into the pockets of her coat. "Frankly, you're making me complicit in your stupid fantasies. You'll be a laughing stock if you tell anyone else. Do you want that?"

"Bleeding heck, just come and look. It'll only take us a few minutes to get to the well, then you can see." I pulled on her arm. "It's quite possible to spot where the tunnel sets off near the metal rungs that go down towards the water. You can even go down and try it yourself."

My sister snorted at that suggestion. We set off in silence under a dark-grey and somewhat threatening sky.

Juliette looked up. "That's all I need. To get soaked while on a wild goose chase."

I glanced over towards the old oak. Its shape had definitely changed since the lightning struck, the night I found the temple. I'd pretty much avoided the park since then and had pretty much avoided thinking through all the implications. I hadn't shared that I'd travelled through time to a crucial moment in world history and prevented a human sacrifice. I hadn't even told Juliette that bit. I'd mentioned that I'd found an old temple beneath the bandstand and how this had helped me connect with the young Egyptian priestess.

A few minutes later we were by the fence that separated the path encircling Hammerford Park from the briars and brambles beyond. Dad had named this bit, with its years of old leaves and fallen branches, the Wild Wood. Last autumn, I'd climbed over with a mate and we'd found an old well hidden amongst the bushes.

The metal fence came up to my chin. I cupped my hands for Juliette's foot to help her climb over and then followed, landing with a crash on leaf-mould and old twigs. Juliette slipped off her small backpack. She extracted a powerful torch and one of Dad's paint-stained screwdrivers.

"So, where is it then?"

"Just over here."

I led the way in, and pulled back some ferns and a spiky branch from a hawthorn bush.

I looked in horror. The whole top of the well had changed. The wooden lid had entirely gone.

"Ha!" said Juliette. "Ha bloody ha. Now you're going to tell me you slipped through six inches of concrete! Just like some teenage priestess slipped through several thousand years of time."

"It wasn't like this ... I mean, just a few weeks ago. It had an old wooden top, held with a few rusty screws. Nat and I unscrewed it and —"

"Spare me, Rhory, spare me. Are you seriously going to tell me that someone just happens to have come along and sealed the top of the well since you went down it? I mean look around." She kicked at some leaves with her foot. "Can you see where a cement mixer sat? Can you see footprints from workmen? Just confess I've caught you in a lie and be man enough to admit it."

I felt sick and a little dizzy. The top of the well was completely sealed by concrete that looked like it had been there for months, if not years. I knelt down and poked around the edge of the brickwork. Something glinted. I eased it out from where it had been half buried. A long rusty screw, with its head partially sheared. The sheared part still sparkled with clean metal. This had to be the screw I'd broken when my cousin Natasha and I opened up the well-top some weeks earlier.

"Look, Jules ..." I said. Then I stopped talking; I'd caught a glimpse of a man's face watching us through the fence, further round the path. Because I was kneeling, he hadn't seen that I could spot him.

"Can we help you?" I shouted. The face vanished.

Juliette swung round to me, the screwdriver in her hand.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Some guy's watching us."

"Yeah, okay, pull the other one, Rhory. No one in their right mind would be out in the park with a sky as dark as this." Juliette looked around, keeping tight hold of the screwdriver. "Come on, let's go. You've been caught out, my dear brother, admit it."

"No, I won't admit anything of the sort. You can ask Natasha. She was here, remember?"

Juliette just shook her head, and put the screwdriver in the backpack. I strode over and took it out again.

"Look. I'm going to prove it."

Vandalism

I crunched across to the metal railings and yanked myself over.

"Oh thanks very much," said Juliette, from the far side of the fence.

She went through the necessary contortions to put the backpack on. I checked up and down the path but couldn't see anyone. Perhaps I'd imagined the face? No. A man had been staring at us.

I ground my teeth and hunched my shoulders as I marched past the Hammerford Baths and up the slope towards the bandstand. I would show Juliette the trapdoor. It led down to the temple. In fact, if she had the courage, we would both go down and explore. I stopped and looked around. Juliette rounded the corner of the swimming pool enclosure about fifty metres behind me. The periphery of the park brooded in gloom, and if anyone was standing in the shadows I wouldn't be able to see them in the half light. I'd a distinct sense someone was watching us. A spot of rain glistened on the sleeve of my jacket. I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck to keep out the chill and marched towards the bandstand once more.

"Bloody hell, Rhory, you've vandalised...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: LODESTONE BOOKS
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2017
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1785354906
• ISBN 13: 9781785354908
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 416
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