The Eternal War (TimeRiders, Book 4)
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Eternal War: the fourth book in Alex Scarrow's exciting TimeRiders series. 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 2029. Yet moments before death, someone mysteriously appeared and said, 'Take my hand...' A time wave has struck that alters the entire history of the American Civil War. Abraham Lincoln has followed Liam into the present from 1831 - and now the world is in a dangerous state of limbo...If the TimeRiders can't return Lincoln to the past, the Civil War will never end. Can Maddy persuade two colonels on either side of no man's land to cease fire long enough to save the future? Alex Scarrow used to be a rock guitarist, then he became a graphic artist, then he decided to be a computer games designer. Finally, he grew up and became an author. He has written a number of successful thrillers and several screenplays, but it's YA fiction that has allowed him to really have fun with the ideas and concepts he was playing around with when designing games. He lives in Norwich with his son, Jacob, his wife, Frances, and two very fat rats. The TimeRiders series: TimeRiders; Day of the Predator; The Doomsday Code; The Eternal War; Gates of Rome; City of Shadows; The Pirate Kings Alex's thrillers for adults: A Thousand Suns; Last Light; october Skies; Afterlight; and The Candle Man.
thrashing furiously and ineffectually to keep his head above water. The other two managed to tread water calmly. At five seconds, Maddy bellowed over the rising pitch of the machine for them all to take a breath and duck their heads under the water. And on “one” they were all completely submerged. A crescendo of channeled and suddenly released energy merged with the boom of flexing plexiglass, and in the blink of an eye the three of them were gone. Chapter 10 1831, New Orleans They were
Sergeant Freeman, grinning. “Indeed we did.” He lowered his binoculars. “A good day,” he added wistfully. He turned to her. “Now then, you say your ‘base’ is here somewhere. And this miraculous time-traveling device of yours?” She heard the barely concealed amusement in his voice. He’s humoring himself. For a moment she wondered what her fate was going to be if she failed to convince him that the broken machinery in the archway was what she said it was. And what about Becks? Presumably she
“Excuse me!” Devereau made a face. “Can you two stop talking whatever gibberish that is for a moment?” They both looked at him. “All right, now; I suppose I’m more than halfway toward believing the pair of you aren’t Southern spies.” He pulled out his packet of Gitanes and lit one, hacking up a gob of discolored phlegm onto the floor as he did so. “Do you mind?” said Maddy testily. “That’s disgusting.” He ignored her. “But you, miss—both of you, actually—have got yourselves a lot of
slight tremble in his voice. He supposed, if Becks had been here, she would have found that intriguing, impressive even, that his voice was unintentionally conveying an emotion. The computer in his skull was nagging him to make judgment calls on a growing list of new mission-priority suggestions: to continue making his way northeast to New York? After all, Madelaine Carter was still there and still needed protecting. To attempt to locate the bodies of Liam O’Connor, Saleena Vikram, and Abraham
on such things all the time.” “It gives me a headache,” Maddy conceded. “But I think I’m beginning to get the hang of it now.” It was dark in the archway. The generator had been turned off to conserve what fuel was left in the tank, and the glow of a candle flickered across Maddy’s messy desk, reflected in the dark screens of the computer monitors. Outside the archway she could hear Devereau’s men talking in whispers, could see the glow of their cigarettes in the night as they kept watch for