| Author: | Lionel Fanthorpe, Patricia Fanthorpe, John E. Muller | ISBN: | 9781473204430 |
| Publisher: | Orion Publishing Group | Publication: | July 31, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Gateway | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lionel Fanthorpe, Patricia Fanthorpe, John E. Muller |
| ISBN: | 9781473204430 |
| Publisher: | Orion Publishing Group |
| Publication: | July 31, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Gateway |
| Language: | English |
Darryl Whitesmith was engaged upon a new line of research at the Horological Central Institute. He was familiar with the famous saying of Minkowski: "From henceforth space in itself and time in itself sink to mere shadows and only a kind of union of the two preserves an independent existence."
But he had no idea to what extent that saying would be borne upon him. It was difficult for Darryl's mind to make the transition from subjective to objective time, but once that transition had been made there was no turning back. It began as a simple experiment, an experiment which concerned space-time, relativity and the four dimensional continuum.
Whitemith's first indication that something was wrong was when the clock on the wall raced backwards in a blur of speed to fast to follow. The laboratory faded, day and night blended into a welter of greyness.
He was back in the Jurassic Age - but not for long. The machine was still dragging him back into the remote epochs of the Past...
Darryl Whitesmith was engaged upon a new line of research at the Horological Central Institute. He was familiar with the famous saying of Minkowski: "From henceforth space in itself and time in itself sink to mere shadows and only a kind of union of the two preserves an independent existence."
But he had no idea to what extent that saying would be borne upon him. It was difficult for Darryl's mind to make the transition from subjective to objective time, but once that transition had been made there was no turning back. It began as a simple experiment, an experiment which concerned space-time, relativity and the four dimensional continuum.
Whitemith's first indication that something was wrong was when the clock on the wall raced backwards in a blur of speed to fast to follow. The laboratory faded, day and night blended into a welter of greyness.
He was back in the Jurassic Age - but not for long. The machine was still dragging him back into the remote epochs of the Past...
