"...non-stop action and danger at every turn..."
In the second book of this high action science fiction trilogy,two worlds grow closer to an apocalyptic end..
Rayen, Gabby, and Tony face their own problems at the institute. Chaos erupts in the sphere. Time is everyone’s enemy.
Stranded in Gabby and Tony’s world, Rayen suspects the institute hides a dark secret connected to the future. She promised to return to the sphere and find a way to save the teens before they all die. Gabby is sent to a medical ward in the institution where she’s locked away just as she begins having a lethal reaction to her time travel. Tony can’t jeopardize his family by traveling again to another world. Rayen quickly realizes she can’t open the portal without all three of them. If she doesn’t return, she’ll never discover her true identity or once again see Callan, now the powerful leader struggling to protect his terrified followers. Time is ticking down for every teen still imprisoned the sphere and a conflict about to explode on their home planet will have catastrophic ripple effects throughout time.
Choices backfire, trust is forfeit, and alliances shift as elements of an ancient prophecy begin to fall into place. A reckoning draws closer with no way to stop it.
“This is one of those series that gets people addicted to reading. Book #2 was just as magnificent as the first!” ~~ Heathercm, Goodreads
Help me! Rayen! Get me out of here before –
Gabby’s screaming voice woke me fast, like getting hit in the face with ice water. I sat up in bed, panting and clutching the sheets. My heart was trying to beat a hole in my chest.
Just a nightmare. But it felt real. Sounded terrifying.
I looked around the dark room as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light offered by the first hint of dawn. It peeked through the horizontal window coverings.
Blinds. Someone had called the coverings blinds. A strange term that didn’t ping any memory.
Surely I’d had some type of window shield in my life.
I thought on it, willing to take any memory of my past that my mind would offer, no matter how insignificant. Nope. Still stuck with a big gaping void when it came to anything about me, my family or the place I must have called home before yesterday when I came awake tumbling in the desert. All I knew at the moment was this isolated school in a land called Albuquerque.
It was home, for now.
Sparse furnishings took shape around my room. A wall lamp hung over a small table next to my narrow bed. Across the room, a spotless wooden desk had a stiff chair and matching lamp. Two metal doors the color of an early morning fog.
I closed my eyes, thinking of what stood on the other side of those doors. One opened to a bathroom with shelves and drawers for clothes. All my storage space was empty. I had no clothes or personal things of my own, only what had been given to me yesterday.
The second door led to a hallway with other rooms. More female students sleeping in this area. Boys had their own section. Did any of the others feel as confused and alone as I did?
I rubbed the heels of my hands over my eyes, blinking them open. My scrambled thoughts began to separate and focus with details of what I did know. I was still at the Byzantine Institute of Excellence, a school full of a mix of unusual and brilliant teens. I still didn’t know who I was beyond the name Rayen–which was suspect at best. I’d gotten that information from a ghost–and that I was seventeen, another nugget from my grumpy specter.
Basically, I still had no memory beyond when I woke up in the desert yesterday with a sentient beast chasing me.
Help me. Pleeaase, help me.
I jerked as Gabby’s frantic voice swept through my mind again, but it had been a far away sound this time. Her words repeated softly like a lost echo in a deep canyon.
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