WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT THIS GEM!
“I highly recommend The Last Timekeepers series not only for its new twists on epic tales from the past, but for strong character development and quality writing. Sharon Ledwith knows how to pull you in and keep you there. You won’t want to put her books down, no matter how big of a kid you are.” -Lisa Fender, author of The Lorn Prophecy Series “The Last Timekeepers–Action-packed adventure on every page. Your tween or teen reader won’t want to put it down!” – Lisa Orchard, author of the bestselling Super Spies Series.
“The empress of time portals, Sharon Ledwith propels her readers along with her cast of quirky characters through a time-traveling journey they won’t soon forget. Ledwith leaves no stone unturned when it comes to researching her destinations and breathing life into real or imaginary personalities from the past. Her uncanny knack for tween dialog makes for a very entertaining read.” -Rita Monette, author of the Nikki Landry Swamp Legends Series
A SCENE FROM THE BOOK!
“I wonder what else is down here.” Drake beamed his cell phone across the basement, hitting jars of jams, pickles, and relishes. His stomach growled.
Jordan pulled the cheese from his pocket and handed it to Drake. “Trade you for your phone.”
“Best. Trade. Ever.” Drake passed his phone to Jordan.
Jordan walked over and grabbed a jar of pickles off the dusty shelf. At least they wouldn’t arrive at the baron’s place hungry. He hoped his uncle had managed to stop Amanda’s bleeding. His hand tightened over the jar, the ridges of the lid cutting into his palm. A scrape from behind the shelves made Jordan jump.
“Hello?” he asked, pushing jars aside. He flashed the cell phone into the small, dark area.
“Who ya talking to, Jordan?” Drake asked with his mouth full of cheese.
“Shhh, Drake.” Jordan listened. Hearing nothing, he shrugged and turned back around.
“I thought I heard—” Jordan stopped and pointed the phone at Ravi. His jaw dropped. “A-Are you serious, Sharma?”
Drake spat out his cheese, snorting with laughter.
“Is there a problem?” Ravi asked, tying the bowtie of his tuxedo.
“You look like a penguin with attitude!” Drake slapped his knee.
“Say what you want, but I’m glad we didn’t hit the cleaners on the way to school now,” Ravi replied, pulling down his sleeves, “or else I wouldn’t have these dry clothes.”
Jordan chuckled. Suddenly, he heard a door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps squeaking down the stairs. Panicking, Jordan stuffed Drake’s phone in his track suit jacket’s pocket and waved Drake over by the shelves. Drake slipped behind Jordan just in time, before the small light bulb above the bottom of the stairs clicked on. Jordan swallowed hard. There, staring directly at Ravi was a portly man in a blood-stained apron. Tufts of blond hair sprouted from the sides of his balding head. His brown trousers were pulled up past his waist, making him resemble an evil garden gnome. In one of his hands, he held a huge butcher knife, its blade flecked with blood.
Wielding the knife, the man pointed at Ravi. “Who are you?”
Ravi licked his thick lips nervously. “The name’s Bond. James Bond.”
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