A multi-generational time travel adventure where the only person who can save a man trapped among dinosaurs is his own granddaughter—who hasn’t been born yet.
When John Hamman finds a time machine, he has no idea it will strand him in the distant past. The only hope of rescue lies generations in the future, with a girl who must be trained from childhood for a mission she doesn’t yet understand. Jenny Hamman’s existence—and the lives of everyone she loves—hangs on whether she can reach him in time.
For readers who love dinosaur survival thrills, clever time-travel paradoxes, and a badass heroine facing prehistoric predators, this is the high-stakes adventure you’ve been waiting for.
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Sneak Peak:
Jenny wasn’t sure what woke her, some instinct that death was near. Perhaps it breathed on her. Jenny opened her eyes but only saw darkness. The smell made her freeze. It was a fetid smell of rotten meat, the smell of a lion or hyena that fed on carrion.
She had covered herself with cut ferns, but she could turn her head slightly and look up where she saw patches of the stars through the trees on this moonless night. Then a shape moved above her and blotted out the stars. She heard a huffing sound, and that fetid breath blew down on her like a wind.
She drew her gun and fired up into the shadow looming above her. The flash from the muzzle of the High Power lit up the inside of its mouth like a flashbulb, as she fired the gun down its throat. All she saw was teeth.
Jenny screamed, the sound lost as she pulled the trigger over and over, emptying the magazine of the gun as fast as she could. She pulled her arm back as the jaws snapped shut. In the flashes she saw a great head pull back. She kept firing, and then the slide locked back on the empty magazine.
She was engulfed in a darkness more complete than she had ever known, her night vision ruined. That void was filled with a roar. It was more than a sound. It surrounded her and shook her very core.
Blindly, she grabbed for the spear that laid beside her as she slept, and crawled away through the ferns that covered the ground. Through the ringing in her ears, she heard a crashing behind her as the great head smashed through the brush where she had been, its jaws closing on her resting place. Jenny made it to her feet and took off running.
She might have been safe if it hadn’t been for the tree. She hit it straight on at full speed, and all she remembered was pain. Laying on her back, she had her spear and the empty gun was still in her hand. She felt it in the ground. It shook beneath her. The dinosaur was coming.
