Timeriders City of Shadow Book 6
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Liam O'Connor should have died at sea in 1912. Maddy Carter should have died on a plane in 2010. Sal Vikram should have died in a fire in 2026. But all three have been given a second chance - to work for an agency that no one knows exists. Its purpose: to prevent time travel destroying history . . . Hunted by cyborg assassins from the future, the TimeRiders must abandon New York and go on the run. They escape to Victorian London and the streets where Jack the Ripper roams. But, before they can establish their new base, they make their most shattering discovery yet - and it will change everything . . . ** Book six in the bestselling TimeRiders series by Alex Scarrow. ** Victorian London's Jack the Ripper get a time-travel makeover! ** Perfect for fans of Doctor Who and Sherlock Holmes. ** TimeRiders (Book 1) won the Red House Book Award older readers category, and was Penguin UK's first ever number one on the iBookstore. ** www.time-riders.co.uk
‘You can decide on the name you want to give it. Try not to think of something too stupid, though. The name’s got to last.’ Sal suddenly giggled at the sight of the thing’s genitalia. Maddy turned to the old man. ‘Foster, maybe the first thing we should do is give it something to wear? I mean… Sal’s only thirteen, and I’m… well, I just don’t want to be looking at that right now.’ ‘No, I’m sorry… Patrick is a completely dumb name for him,’ said Maddy. She sipped her coffee as she studied the.
Hesitated a moment before answering. ‘Another dimension.’ He turned to her. ‘It’s the dimension you travel through when you ride time.’ ‘That sounds… well, it doesn’t sound safe.’ ‘It’s chaos-space. We’re merely travelling through it… instantaneously. You wouldn’t really want to hang around there.’ She sensed there was a lot more he could tell her about it, but for now he seemed keen to change the subject. ‘Come on.’ His face brightened. ‘Let’s see some more of the city. Did you visit Central.
Shook her head. ‘How am I freakin’ well going to figure out stuff like that? I was crud at history in high school. I’m not sure I’m the right person to –’ ‘You’ll do just fine,’ he cut in. ‘You don’t need to know a lot of history; you just need a logical mind and a little common sense. I have faith in you, Maddy. You’ll be this team’s leader, the team’s strategist.’ ‘Leader? You’re the leader, aren’t you?’ Foster’s voice lowered ever so slightly, as if he was sharing with her something he.
Groβe Halle, the main room of Hitler’s mountain retreat. Karl and several of his men returned fire, their shots peppering the overturned marble table ahead of them behind which the SS were putting up a valiant defence. Showers of powdered marble erupted from the once mirror-smooth table surface, now pockmarked with cracks and bullet craters. ‘We have to move, Karl! They’ll have reinforcements here any second!’ Karl nodded. He understood the situation all too well. The attack had started out.
Narrowed her eyes. ‘But that’s impossible.’ ‘No, it’s not –’ he shook his head – ‘unfortunately.’ ‘What’s time travel?’ asked Liam. Maddy cocked her head at him. ‘You’re kidding me, right?’ ‘Go easy on the lad,’ said Foster. ‘He’s from 1912. They didn’t have much in the way of sci-fi shows and comics back then.’ She turned back to Liam, looking more closely at his clothes: not a waiter, but a ship’s steward. She spotted White Star Lines stitched on a breast pocket. ‘1912? You’re serious?’.