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The Mind Traveller series book 2, The Witch’s Shadow, will be published on Amazon and Kindle on 1st June.  To give you a flavour of Rosie’s adventures into Mind Space here is a short description and an extract from Chapter 1 of The Mind Traveller.

Extracts will continue every Wednesday and Saturday.

Rosie enters Mind Space and the angel wars where Bugala the Dark Angel fights the Knights of Lousã to conquer the Land of Light.

Aided by Elissa of the Special Angel Service and the Dragon Queen, Rosie and her pals must turn the war against the Dark Angel, his monsters and demons or they will cross Mind Space and invade planet Earth.

As sand in the Mind Traveller’s locket runs out, Rosie knows she has little time to complete her mission, or stay trapped in Mind Space forever.

Mind Space, where time future slips to time past through time present, the place of transition where all time must exist yet does not exist except in our minds.

Extract from Chapter 1

In the fourth chamber her torch beam flickered over lines of battered cabin trunks stored since the time of steamships and Empire, trunks which would never again see daylight or the grand tours once enjoyed by residents of Haston Manor.  Faced by objects from her family’s past, Rosie moved along the lines, her fingers brushing dust from stencilled names.  Great, great grandparents, great aunties and uncles briefly returned to life as she read aloud “Colonel Haston of the Third Indian Rifles, the Reverend Haston, Dr Haston, Captain and Mrs Haston.”  History, history, she thought.  Who in the family heard voices, who felt a presence there, but not there?  Just me, or all of them?  What mysteries did Colonel Haston bring back from India?

As if in answer, a draught stirred the dust and footsteps creaked on floorboards.  Uncle Hugo had returned early, or was her mind playing tricks again?  She listened to the footsteps fade.  Just noises from an old house … maybe.  No time to waste.  The torch continued over trunks and furniture until landing on a small wicker basket, its brass plate green with mould.  She rubbed it with her sleeve then read the inscription.  “Alice Haston, St Monica’s Boarding School for Girls.”  Using the key found with her mother’s letter she undid the lock and lifted the lid.

A dozen black diaries lay inside with a small leather pouch on top.  Carefully she tipped the contents onto her palm.  A round silver locket fell out and she instantly sensed an energy, like the tickle of a mild electric shock.  In the torchlight her reflection shone on the dull casing.  My mother’s image must have been there once, she thought, and with deft fingers undid the front.  Inside two glass phials, one empty, one full of fine sand, were able to swivel in the manner of an egg timer.  What was this?

“A time locket.”   The girl’s voice sounded in her mind.  “Be warned.   The commitment is forever.”

“Forever,” Rosie repeated.  Why was she thinking these things?  This was so weird.

Somewhere in the house a door slammed and this time definite heavy footsteps sounded over the flagstone floor.  Uncle Hugo.  She closed the lid, opened it, returned the locket, closed it again then opened it a third time.  Taking out her iPhone she hastily photographed random pages from the diaries.  When the footsteps passed directly overhead she again closed and this time locked the basket before hurrying towards the passage.  Ignoring cobwebs and their hairy occupants she focused on the cellar door.  Siggy, still hunched and motionless, sat on the top step, his body silhouetted by light from the hall, his green eyes shining.

“Don’t let me be caught, don’t let me be caught,” she prayed aloud, not wanting to lose her uncle’s trust.  But her mum’s words of instruction could not be ignored … particularly when they reached from the dead.

The Witch's Shadow

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