A Historical Time Travel Adventure
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Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 313
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 313
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 313
No matter where the watch hands turn, she’d rather remain home. But with every time-traveling trekker’s life at stake, can she stop a deadly clock?
Wilda Firestone survives off black coffee and white-hot sarcasm. And despite the colorful slew of characters filing through her time tourism costume shop, the retired First Nations Temporal Agent would prefer a quiet, more linear existence. So she’s less than impressed when a dying explorer crashes into her store, unleashing a plague that sends countless travelers to an early doom…
Knowing her own lengthy history of chronological excursions grants her some immunity, Wilda vows to jump back in the saddle and seek out answers. But as she retraces the dead man’s steps from 14th century Mali and into 12th century Scotland and beyond, she’s dumbfounded by whatever force reduced an entire village to blood.
Can Wilda stamp out the root of the sickness before she too succumbs?
Time Tourist Outfitters, Ltd. is the intriguing first book in the Toronto Time Agents science fiction series. If you like feisty heroines, beautiful landscapes, and astounding adventures, then you’ll love C. N. Jackson's explosive tale.
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Genres:
Tropes: Museum/Store of the Unusual, Portals, Quest, Reluctant Hero, Time Travel, Training, Wise Mentor
Word Count: 86000
Setting: Toronto, Canada; 14th century Mali; 10th century Maine; 12th century Orkney
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Museum/Store of the Unusual, Portals, Quest, Reluctant Hero, Time Travel, Training, Wise Mentor
Word Count: 86000
Setting: Toronto, Canada; 14th century Mali; 10th century Maine; 12th century Orkney
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Nami rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. So tell us, where was her ‘desired destination?’”
Mattea grinned. “Think high heels and outrageous wigs.”
Rueben snapped his fingers. “Of course! Louis XV’s court! I should have guessed, with an insistence on a name like that. Bloody pretentious git.”
A loud knock startled me, but it wasn’t at the restaurant. Someone was pounding the door to my shop. I didn’t need to glance at the time to realize it was way past time I would be expected to be open for business. We exchanged glances before I pushed back from the table. “I need to see who it is. It might have something to do with our… last client today.”
Mattea and Tarren’s smiles turned to grim lines as I walked out the front door to find a troop of Temporal Agents. “Agent Wilda Permelia Firestone?”
“You’ve identified me, gentlemen. Please return the favor.”
READ MORE“If you are Agent Firestone, you are well familiar with our uniforms.”
“That’s Mrs. Firestone to you, as I’ve long since retired. However, as a professional garber, I’m also well familiar with the fact that uniforms don’t make the Agent.”
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C. N. Jackson
Christy Nicholas
