Amber
Legacy
Amber
Gifts Series
Book
3
Kevin
B Henry
Genre:
Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Time Travel
Publisher:Champagne
Books, Burst
Date
of Publication: November 03, 2015
ISBN:
978-1-77155-209-7
Number
of pages: 78
Word
Count: 25,000
Cover
Artist: Ellie Smith
Tag
line:
A simple research project goes horribly wrong once murder and time
travel get involved.
Book
Description:
Mitchell
and Crystin are living on the west coast of Florida in the Seventies.
He has the beginnings of a loving family and couldn't be happier.
It’s remarkable how quickly things can change. Perhaps the fate of
a Teithwyr Amser is to never be stable, never find love without
defending it against the rest of the world, against evil and against
the fabric of time itself.
A
simple TV documentary will spin Mitchell out of control as he first
attempts to prove the filmmakers wrong and then ultimately find and
protect his new family from a monster of his own creating.
Available
at Amazon
Excerpt:
Part
of me was like some detached, immature schoolboy. I was the hero,
bound for adventure and looking for the infamous villain with hope of
making all things right and returning to the hearth fires of my home,
victorious. I was Robert Downey Jr. playing Sherlock Holmes. I was
John Wayne playing almost any role. Hell, I was David Tennant playing
The Doctor.
The
problem was, I wasn’t playing, and if I wasn’t real damn careful
I was going to end up playing John Wayne in The Cowboys or even
worse, William Shatner in Generations. God, please make my death
scene more interesting and meaningful than that. These thoughts
poured through my brain as I walked across the street.
By
the time I reached the opposite side I exuded cool, matter of fact
demeanor and displayed no heroics. Simple confidence was my copilot.
Caution was my mantra. I had an almost-wife and a beautiful baby girl
to return to.
I
took a winding path that led me to Commercial Road. The darkness was
all engulfing. More than half the lampposts were not functioning. It
cast every turn, every alleyway, every alcove in total blackness. I
walked cautiously but without any appearance of trepidation. I did
not want to appear an easy target.
Women
of questionable morality approached and quickly departed. I was
polite, but firm in my refusals. There was certainly no questioning
their hygiene or their state of inebriation. A very high percentage
of the female residents of Whitechapel turned to prostitution. Most
began as a way to make a living, but as they turned more and more to
alcohol to erase their memories, the act became more about the next
drink and less about the money. Most could be had for the cost of a
shot of gin, about fifty cents.
The
first victim, Polly, went out one last time the evening of her death
because she thought she looked exceptionally well. She had a new
bonnet. She had no teeth, but the hat made all the difference, I’m
sure.
I
found the cut off that led south from Commercial Road and made the
turn. Less than a block down this street was the Socialist Club and
adjoining the club was a small open courtyard. As I walked toward the
club entrance, I heard a sound I can only call a muffled gurgle. I
sprinted the rest of the way to the courtyard opening. There, lying
on the ground was Elizabeth Stride. Kneeling beside her was the one
and only, Jack the Ripper. He was nothing I had ever expected.
The
man stood as I came to a halt at the courtyard opening. He was much
shorter than I would have expected. I had envisioned a mixture of
Vincent Price, Frank Langella, in his early films and just a hint of
Malcolm McDowell, again from his younger days. This Ripper was none
of those.
As
I mentioned, he was not tall, perhaps five foot six, no more than
five foot seven. He was portly. That is the only word I can use to
describe him. While his clothes fit well, they could not conceal his
amble midsection, nor his arms and hands, which I can only describe
as doughy.
His
face surprised me the most. I had expected to see an angry, scared,
possibly deformed individual. Jack’s face was almost angelic. It
was round, and I would swear it appeared to have baby fat in the
cheeks.
His
eyes were sharp, clear and a grey color. He was perfectly
clean-shaven, his light-colored hair trimmed short and well groomed,
perhaps with lard, since styling mousse would not arrive for many
years. I would have expected to see him in a cathedral pulpit or
perhaps in a bank, not hunched over the fresh corpse of an unlucky
prostitute.
About
the Author:
From
an early age, Kevin B. Henry was a voracious reader. His collection
of science fiction, fantasy and mystery books bring tears of envy to
the eyes of many small community libraries.
Kevin
has worked as an educator, technology specialist and day laborer most
of his adult life. During all that time he lived the life of a
frustrated author. That it took 30 years for him to piece together
the series, Amber Gifts is a testament that the best meals need slow
cooking to bring out the flavor.
The
Amber Gifts Series begins with Amber Gifts. The second story, which
is really the first, is Amber Prelude, and is available now. The
third story, Amber Legacy continues where Amber Gifts left off. It
will be available in November 2015. All are published by the
wonderful folks at the Champagne Book Group. A fourth story is in the
process of being written.
Kevin
is a natural story teller, so it’s logical that he lectures
occasionally. Topics range from the implementation of cutting edge
technology hardware to the creation, modification and use of e-books
within education. He constantly pursues research to expand his range
of possible topics. His most recent research revolved around the
aerodynamic properties of reindeer. He’s also been known to include
little known facts and trivia within his presentations. Did you know
just 146 years ago today the Union Army marched into Atlanta. It took
longer than anticipated. They were delayed by a traffic jam on I-75
and the toll booth on Ga. 400
He
continues to live in the Mid-West without human or domesticated
mammal companionship.
Twitter: @Kevin_Henry
Thank you very much for hosting me during this tour. I greatly appreciate it.
ReplyDelete~KbH