For a moment, a second, an eternity, the purple light dimmed and dispersed. Panic rose in Lilly’s throat, but there was nothing to do but press on and hope it returned.
Fowler had not been as close to time travel as either James or Fowler himself had hoped, and James saw many long hours ahead of him.
That night Lilandra called Cassy. “Hi. Do you know where James is?” she asked, though it wasn’t a question.
Cassy slammed … Read More