Timebound by Rysa Walker Book Review

“It’s blue,” I repeated. I’d never seen anything more vividly blue in my life.

She shrugged. “I don’t understand the physics of it. But I have only known a few dozen people in my life who really see this light, and each of us sees it a bit differently.”

Time travel makes great fodder for sci-fi writers and readers. We. Love. It. Timebound plays together well in the time travel playground. The story takes this oft-abused trope and makes it unique by adding delightful flavors, such as: a genetic predisposition for time travel discovered by scientists in the future leading to people having time travel gifts detected in their DNA and recognized before birth. These rare few are trained to become historians, working for CHRONOS.  They travel back in time to listen in on history and record what really happened. A delightful flavor indeed.

Though genetics may determine your job in the future (don’t expect this tech until at least 2200), it cannot deter bad intentions. The bitter flavor added by the author comes in the form of the antagonist, a megalomaniac working for CHRONOS who starts going back in time with his own agenda. He forms a religion. In a bold parallel to some real world religious organizations, his “church” is wealthy and has many dedicated followers with apocalyptic, “we are the chosen ones” beliefs—due to the predictions and prophetic anomalies fashioned by this one man—the rogue time traveler. He also has murdered his wife, a CHRONOS employee, in another timeline. He needs to be stopped.

A cool medallion brings a mysterious, tangy flavor to the story. This pendant allows for time travel, but also protects time travelers from disappearing in alternate time lines. Yeah, it’s pretty complex. But it works for the novel. Just go with it…

Kate, the main character, is challenged to stop the rogue’s evil plans by going back to key points in certain timelines and stopping specific things from ever happening. There’s a whole “butterfly effect” danger feel to this decision. And—to make the whole story sweeter, there’s a boy. Two boys, actually. One will lose all memory of the main character if she is successful and one she knows and loves in another timeline altogether.

Mysterious, powerful medallions, historical spies from the future, a cult-like religious institution bent on dividing the sheep from the goats, and a very strange love triangle combine to show why Rysa Walker’s novel, Timebound, is worthy of being the Grand Prize Winner in the Amazon breakthrough Novel Award in 2013.

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Invisible And Dim!

He suddenly realized what those lines meant. He straightened up abruptly and said, “You took out your chip? Do you realize what that means? You may as well be dead!

Li watched as the man raised one eyebrow and gazed down at his palm, examining it like a palm reader. He noticed the man start to smile slightly, one side of his face crinkling like cracked leather.

“Or invisible,” the Captain finally responded. “O for that night, when I in him, might live invisible and dim!

Li stared at him dumbfounded.

“Ever study poetry? That’s “>Henry Vaughan. Good stuff. Look, Li- on this ship, we are all in the same boat, both literally and figuratively. Everyone on this ship has had their chip taken out. We are not part of that world anymore. We’re free.”

“>The Red String, Chapter 7, The Loss

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Love And Life

“Sounds good,” he replied and smiled.  “I’ll leave you two to play now.  Gandhi was right, ‘Where there is love there is life.

“>The Red Cloak, Chapter 7, The Necessary, the Possible, and the Impossible

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Telling Stories

“Telling Stories”

There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn’t mean
You’re not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and meThere is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and meThere’s a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
There’s no one but you standingLeave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between

There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing

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Spirit Of My Silence…a Son’s Lament.

Spirit of my silence I can hear you, but I’m afraid to be near you
And I don’t know where to begin
And I don’t know where to beginSomewhere in the desert there’s a forest, and an acre before us
But I don’t know where to begin
But I don’t know where to begin

Again I lost my strength completely, oh, be near me, tired old mare
With the wind in your hair

Amethyst and flowers on the table, is it real or a fable?
Well, I suppose a friend is a friend
And we all know how this will end

Chimney swift that finds me be my keeper,
Silhouette of the cedar
What is that song you sing for the dead?
What is that song you sing for the dead?

I see the signal searchlight strike me in the window of my room
Well, I got nothing to prove
Well, I got nothing to prove

I forgive you, mother, I can hear you,
And I long to be near you
But every road leads to an end
Yes, every road leads to an end

Your apparition passes through me in the willows and five red hens
You’ll never see us again
You’ll never see us again

Death With Dignity, “Carrie and Lowell” by “>Sufjan Stevens, 2015

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Only You Can Save Mankind Book Review

“How do you think like a human? Go into madness first, probably, and then out the other side.”

Terry Pratchett died on March 12, 2015, after being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 2007. For some ridiculous reason, I had never read any of his books until after his passing. I aim to correct this catastrophic error and foresee myself devouring many more volumes written by this witty, creative, highly entertaining, and prolific author.

My first Pratchett adventure has begun with the inspiring title, “Only You Can Save Mankind,” the first in his Johnny Maxwell series. What a fun read!

It’s a cool concept—what if your game turns out to be real and you’re not just shooting at binary code, but real live aliens. And what if the aliens want the fighting to end?  What if they surrender?

Johnny Maxwell is a lonely adolescent in early 1990’s England. His parents are splitting up (going through the Trying Times), the Gulf War monopolizes the tele, and his new computer game has just broken protocol by sending him a very unexpected message—We surrender.

The bad guys never surrender! Not in any game. The bad guys are there to be beaten. Or to beat you. That’s how games are played. There’s a winner and a loser. The end. Would you like to play again? Y/N?

“No, we do not wish to die! We wish to talk!”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, was it?

Johnny’s perspective (and his sanity) is challenged. He is thrown into the unknown. Soon, he enters game play through his dreams. He meets the “enemy” and becomes their “Chosen One.” What will Johnny do? Destroy them, save them, or do nothing?

World conflict and family conflict are presented in the novel as real world parallels to the fantastic game world conflict. In every clash in the book, both sides of the fighting are suspect. No one is innocent. Surprisingly, Terry Pratchett doesn’t preach straight up pacifism. He encourages peaceful resolution and presents war as a regrettable last resort.

“That’s stupid,” she said. “How are you expect to win without killing the enemy?”

“I’m supposed to save them. Anyway, they’re not exactly the enemy. I can’t go around killing them.”

Kirsty looked thoughtful.

“Do you know,” she said, “there was an African tribe whose nearest word for ‘enemy’ was ‘a friend we haven’t met yet’?”

Johnny smiled. “Right,” he said. “That’s how-“

“But they were all killed and eaten in eighteen hundred and two,” said Kirsty…

Johnny Maxwell isn’t special. He isn’t super smart or attractive. He’s neglected and uninspired. But he becomes brave and learns about integrity, which is extraordinary for any age group.


“Yes, Captain?”

“Thank you. You did not have to help us.”

“If not me, who else?”

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The Mind’s Construction

‘There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.’ That’s Shakespeare. Um, the red book there,” he pointed with his cane at a pile of unusually worn-out looking tomes. Li reorganized his posture as the old man seemed to be determined to pontificate even more.

The Red String, Chapter 7, The Loss

In belated celebration of the Bard’s first dawning breath!

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