As far as I was concerned, they were already disrupting mine. Looking out on any clear day of pale winter’s sunshine, I could see the pale shapes within the trees, distorting the natural colours and the flare of the branches. I heard them whine in the night, and sometimes even saw eyes glaring at me through the bark. A few times I had heard words. Twice the trees themselves had moved. On other occasions I saw elongations like hands or feet poking from the tangle of roots. Once I heard the rattle of branches, sounding like the rattle of bones, so even when the wind was indeed the culprit, I suspected the things within.
But with Vespasian’s arms around me I felt a safety which defied everything. And Randle, who sometimes saw what I wished he could not, was not afraid. I watched him laugh, and point, and call them “Leafy blobs,” or “silly sparkles.” Life was back almost to normal, and I adored it. Our nearby village was old, mostly thatched, deliciously pretty, and centuries ago had been named Wetherwand. I felt as if it had been named for us.
I gazed over at my husband and son, who looked so very alike, with their black hair and deep dark eyes. So I nodded. I nearly said, “Any one for custard?” but stopped myself. Instead I said, “When you decide on the time period, let me know. I can look it up on the computer.”
And Vespasian nodded, leaned backwards against the huge cushions, closed his eyes as Randle climbed back onto his lap, and I knew he had started thinking, falling into the dark mist which seemed to be where he lived half of the time, and during which he would discover where and when we should travel next.
THE END
Until the next instalment, if you have enjoyed time travel as much as I have, then why not give ‘Future Tense’ a try?
Mercy comes home to her empty London flat after another miserable day at work, she finds she is being haunted by a pair of eyes.
Is she delusional or is time the delusion?
Falling for a time traveller comes with plenty of surprises and a good deal of danger.
For another mysterious read get Future Tense here.
About the Author
My passion is for late English medieval history and this forms the background for my historical fiction. I also have a love of fantasy and the wild freedom of the imagination, with its haunting threads of sadness and the exploration of evil. Although all my books have romantic undertones, I would not class them purely as romances. We all wish to enjoy some romance in our lives, there is also a yearning for adventure, mystery, suspense, friendship and spontaneous experience. My books include all of this and more, but my greatest loves are the beauty of the written word, and the utter fascination of good characterisation. Bringing my characters to life is my principal aim.
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