Timeriders City of Shadow Book 6
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 2026. But all three have been given a second chance - to work for an agency that no one knows exists. Its purpose: to prevent time travel destroying history . . . Hunted by cyborg assassins from the future, the TimeRiders must abandon New York and go on the run. They escape to Victorian London and the streets where Jack the Ripper roams. But, before they can establish their new base, they make their most shattering discovery yet - and it will change everything . . . ** Book six in the bestselling TimeRiders series by Alex Scarrow. ** Victorian London's Jack the Ripper get a time-travel makeover! ** Perfect for fans of Doctor Who and Sherlock Holmes. ** TimeRiders (Book 1) won the Red House Book Award older readers category, and was Penguin UK's first ever number one on the iBookstore. ** www.time-riders.co.uk
in the past for six whole months! And I know about none of it. Time travel is such a strange thing to get your head round. They said our field office was attacked, but no one’s told me by who or what yet. There are scratch marks everywhere on the wall outside, like someone took a scouring brush to the bricks. Maybe we were attacked by an army of porcupines or something. Many of the things in the back room were broken, shards of glass and stuff everywhere, so I guess there was a bit of a
scattering of mismatched chairs. A couple of armchairs were arranged over a threadbare throw rug. Another alcove contained an electric stove, a kettle, a microwave and a skanky-looking sink. Beyond that, an open door led on to an uninviting toilet. It reminded Maddy of her older brother’s grubby shared flat in Boston; all it needed was a floor knee-deep in dirty laundry and discarded pizza boxes. ‘It’s a mess,’ said Maddy. Foster stepped over a rats’ nest of network cables gaffer-taped to the
This stuff really smells.’ He punched a button. The bottom of the perspex tube swivelled open, releasing a flood tide of the thick liquid on to the floor. It splattered and spread – a large viscous steaming pool of gunk that smelled appalling, like meat gone bad. The creature inside flopped out through the bottom on to the floor, loose and lifeless like a large twist of boiled tagliatelle. ‘It’s dead,’ said Sal. ‘No, it’s booting up,’ replied Foster. ‘Give it a moment.’ They watched in
him. At any moment the air could shimmer beside the table and an assassin appear, a gun raised and ready to execute him. It was something Kramer constantly feared. The recurring nightmare had troubled him almost every night for the last fifteen years – awakening in his bed in the dark stillness of night to see an assassin leaning over him and announcing his immediate execution for travelling through time. The body… that body… had made his nightmares a thousand-fold worse, and now he spent every
say!’ Bob stood beside the fire, legs planted apart, his hands on his hips – just as Liam had demonstrated – his cold grey eyes panned slowly across the people before him with a solemn gravitas. ‘The time has come for me to move on… O people!’ Liam winced at the way Bob’s flat voice delivered the lines. It had sounded pretty good on paper as he was scribbling it out and reading it to himself. However, right now, with Bob belting it out in a one-tone voice, it sounded painfully embarrassing.