Jason Evans, a shy, introverted high school freshman, thought that his mundane life was all there was – girls, golf, physics, and the occasional bully. Until he found out about the secrets his grandfather had been keeping from him … a set of stones that allowed them to jump through time … a... read more
I've gone by many names, but it's always been me. I met Anne Frank before she wrote her diary. I consulted Churchill on political doctrine. I crossed the Potomac with Washington and I even shined Napoleon's shoes, once, though it's not a story I like to tell. I realize that these boats won't... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
I've gone by many names, but it's always been me. I met Anne Frank before she wrote her diary. I consulted Churchill on political doctrine. I crossed the Potomac with Washington and I even shined Napoleon's shoes, once, though it's not a story I like to tell. I realize that these boats won't be taken seriously, but I must remind each of you that at one time the earth was flat, the atom unbreakable and thought of time travel was just as ridiculous as reaching the moon.
I know, because I was there.
My name is Jason Evans, I'm ten days shy of my fifteenth birthday, and this is my story.
“To be honest, I thought I was probably the sort of kid that people overlooked. I blended in, flew below the radar. This was partially natural, and partially my own mask. I’d been working on it for about three years now.”Jason
“I swear on all things holy that I didn’t mean to hear the conversation between my grandfather and Mr. Fleming. I suppose I could have tuned it out if I’d been so inclined. It was such a stroke of luck, though, that I couldn’t ignore it. Given Doc’s recent behavior, listening to a suspicious conversation should have been the first thing on my list. I wasn’t a natural spy, though, and I hadn’t thought of it.”Jason
“The stone thrummed louder, and took on its eerie glow, burning brighter and brighter until the symbols themselves lifted up off the surface. They hovered just above the stone’s surface, ghostly, fiery reflections of their physical counterparts. Then they began to move, dancing around the edges of the stone to the humming rhythm of its heart.”Jason
““I’m saying, Mr. Fleming, that I can read the stones. I know that the next window to the past opens this afternoon. And I plan to be there when it does. I’m going after my grandfather, and there’s nothing you can say or do to stop me.””Jason