Fourteen centuries. Zero preparation. One cold cup of tea.
On a Tuesday afternoon, Lucas is stuck in a rut, between odd jobs, and not really watching a nature documentary about migratory patterns. Then, the world liquefies. Suddenly, he's threatened by the Cardinal's Guards in 1643 Paris, dodging runaway horses on a chaotic London street, and standing directly in the path of a Roman disaster.
Lucas did not choose the time-travel life. He doesn't have a manual, a destination, or any obvious way home. What he does have is a hoodie, a pair of worn trainers, and a slowly dawning suspicion that the small clicking sound he heard before reality dissolved might have been his little sister playing with something she shouldn't have been playing with.
From a debate contest with Vikings to a dance demonstration in the Pacific, history is a series of rooms Lucas cannot stop walking into. Some of the people in those rooms try to kill him. Some feed him stew. One, during a vibrant carnival, treats him like a real person for the first time in centuries. And somewhere across the slipstream, a mysterious man in a faded baseball cap keeps appearing at the edge of crowds, dropping cryptic hints about an artifact called the orb.
Lucas just wants to get home, drink his cold tea, and never complain about anything ordinary ever again.
But surviving the chaos of history is one thing. Taking control of it is another.
This is for readers who like their time travel funny, their historical settings actually inhabited, and their unwilling heroes equipped with nothing more than a hoodie and a working sense of irony.
