The Time After Time Series follows a pair of unlikely lovers on their adventures through their many lifetimes together, this time on an alien planet divided into four tribes.
Can one person make a difference?
When Neeka, daughter of the Lord of the Warrior Clan, was out picking lavender in their vast fields of the West, she felt a stirring in her heart. She felt him coming for her, and she was ready for him.
When Braedon, Lord of the Soldier Clan of the East, rode into those lavender fields, searching for the woman he had dreamed of so often, he had no idea if she were even real. But there she was, standing there looking up at him, smiling.
He reached his hand down to her. She accepted, thus beginning their new adventures together, changing not only their lives forever, but the course of life, unity, and the political structure on their planet forever.
An alien planet.
Or is it?
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But wait! How about a sample before you buy? To set the scene, Braedon plans a feast to welcome Neeka to their village. He begins the party with a speech:
“My people, it is my pleasure to have you all gathered together to welcome my lovely Neeka to our clan. I feel very fortunate she has agreed to come and live with us. It is the first time in ten years we have a medicine woman. I am sure we will all keep her busy.
“On a more serious note, please remember to keep ever vigilant. Northford and Southland are always ready to devour each other. We must remember that Belterra must be kept in balance. We are like legs of a table; all four must remain strong, not allowing one to take over. Keep strong. Be vigilant. Keep on the lookout for trouble. Stay ready. Thank you.”
Then they ate. It was heavier cuisine than she was used to, and very salty. Her people ate mostly plants. After dinner as he refilled his wine cup, she panicked. She smelled something. She looked at him and noticed a faint blueness around his lower lip. As he raised the glass to his lips, she reached for his hand and held it away from his lips. She stroked his hair and his earlobe with her other hand and got very close to him.
“Lord Braedon, listen to me carefully,” she smiled and whispered to him very quietly. “Do not show reaction in your face. Do not drink. Pretend to drink. Get a little on your lower lip. Then kiss me so that I may taste it to be sure. I think it is poison,” she whispered in his ear. She brushed her lips up against his ear.
“Your people already? They are fast!” He kissed her. She hung onto his lower lip. He kissed her again, holding her tightly in his arm. “Am I going to die?” he whispered.
“Yes, my love, but not this day.” She kissed him again, this time just to kiss him.
“All of my men are very envious of me right now,” he observed. “They cannot take their eyes off of you.”
“Can you get us out of here? I need to tend to you now.” He nodded. They stood up together, still locked in an embrace.
“My people, please stay and continue to celebrate our good fortune. My Neeka and I have some, uh, urgent business to take care of!” He wiggled an eyebrow at them. The crowd roared with laughter as Neeka and Braedon waved and left the table and went back to their small house.
