American Chris Blake finds himself engulfed in solving a 300 year old English mystery and becomes inadvertently personally involved in the mystery itself when he is lead to a time passage method which sends him back to be the catalyst. When the tale voyages through the ages, also does Chris confronting it at every turn. As the layers of clues are pealed back so are the folds of space and time. His destiny takes him into intrigue, deception and murder.
Dr. Paul is a mental health therapist who specializes with patients who claim to have had extreme paranormal experiences. Some of his patients have allowed Dr. Paul to edit and publish their experiences. The series may be read in any order.
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questions of how to return home was right in front of me, but I just couldn't see it. I took a bite of the apple to find that it tasted the same in this world as it had in the last. When I arrived back to the mansion, it was late afternoon and my friends were playing some kind of a board game with wood blocks. We all retired at sundown. VII I had unusual dreams that night. I dreamed about wild chases through the Garden of Eden. I also had a dream that I was a helpless bug in a water
was never rightfully theirs! An eye for an eye. I will split my fortune evenly with those who help me. Now, please, tell me what you think of me, and will you consider asking your friends to join me?" I paused to comprehend what he had said before I answered. The thought that came to me at that moment may sound prejudiced at first, but on the contrary, if you think about it, it is realistic. In history, when one race or group is harmed by another, the harmed group expects the descendants of
side as useless. Handy walked over and picked it up. He carried it for a while, puzzling over it, then stopped suddenly and started to look around with excited movement. When the other men with him noticed, he stopped behaving oddly and continued calmly walked along, still looking from side to side. My idea had worked. You see, the strap was made of plastic, which did not exist in 1824. The men with him had no idea what it was or when it had been invented; how should they know what materials the
education may have indeed turned the land into the Garden of Eden. Maybe they had no desire to leave it. On the other hand, they could have all become sick and died. They could have found another gate to another time or place. They could come any minute, or in seventy years, or never. I walked into the large room and looked around. There was the bloodstain that I had seen before with the hole in it. I put my small finger in the hole and realized that was where my dagger went when it pierced
disappointing. Inside was the Bentley limousine we had arrived in, several average late model four-door cars, a van, a pickup truck, and a tractor. There were several empty spaces for cars that were not there at the time or no longer owned. On one end of the garage was a partitioned-off room that seemed to be for tool storage. "What looks like a comfortable fit to you?" asked a woman’s voice from right behind us. We spun around to find a young woman in a maid’s uniform that could only have
