"...non-stop action and danger at every turn..." 

Time ReturnRed Moon Trilogy Scifi-Fantasy Young Adult


"What an incredible serial escalation! All in all it's a masterful piece of work."Angela Catucci, college student
"Time Return drew me in from the first page, it took hold of my attention and never let go until the last sentence."Alex B, teen reader
"I loved reading this second book… watching the characters face so much that pushed them all to the physical and emotional limit was a great ride. Thank you Micah Caida for another book that I will be rereading a lot!"Emily G, 17 years old
"Time Return will grip you and keep you reading until the very end. The action is undoubtedly exciting, as well as the suspense. You won't want to put it down!"Brooke M, teen

Time Return, Red Moon Trilogy Series

Time Return

In book two of this coming of age trilogy by USA Today Micah Caida, choices backfire, trust is forfeit and alliances shift as elements of the Damian Prophecy begin to fall into place and the time of reckoning is closer than anyone expected.   

Her Time. His Time. No Time

Rayen promised to return, Gabby must return, and Tony can’t return.

Three teenage friends are connected by a shared secret that forces a decision with consequences no one expects. When Rayen arrives on the Red Moon sphere again, she finds shocking changes. Her arrival causes more upheaval and danger for the MystiK children, creating a heart wrenching challenge for Callan who must choose between duty and holding onto the one girl he can’t have.

But walking away is harder than he expects when a new MystiK male in the sphere is poised to take Callan’s place. Under threat of attack from an unexpected enemy, Rayen and Callan must put their personal feelings aside to unite a village in chaos.

“This is one of those series that gets people addicted to reading. Book #2 was just as magnificent as the first!” ~~ Heathercm2001, Amazon

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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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