When Cats Ruled
Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables
Romance, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | S. H. Marpel | ISBN: | 9781393114253 |
| Publisher: | Living Sensical Press | Publication: | September 1, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | S. H. Marpel |
| ISBN: | 9781393114253 |
| Publisher: | Living Sensical Press |
| Publication: | September 1, 2019 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Two scientists broke time - trying to travel in it.
If they weren't so cute, I don't think I'd be as forgiving.
Still, they have no clue what they just invented.
In these days of overnight express delivery, they could make a fortune. And the same device could deliver ticking bombs to any government building or office building anywhere. Instantaneously.
You'd think these scientists would have learned something after the Manhattan Project. And Nagasaki. And the Twin Towers.
Nope. All these two young knuckleheads were trying to do was to prove the impossible was possible - and get some more funding to do it.
I just can't tell them that what they were doing was the worst thing in history, I'd have to show them. Or they'd never believe me.
And that's when it really got involved - and personally dangerous.
Excerpt:
"John, I'm going to need your help - or we're going to lose some Ghost Hunters."
It was Mysti. And this was odd, since she embodied control over all thought - and so, the entire universe as it was created. Fixing things only by mind was her specialty.
"How could I, a simple mystery writer with a farming day job possibly help you?"
She rolled her eyes and shrugged. Which would be funny, if it didn't make her even more attractive. Her red-blond hair hung straight to her shoulders where it broke out in large curls. The shrug just made everything bounce again.
"Ahem."
"Oh, sorry. You transfixed me again."
"Still using the 'red-blooded male' excuse?"
I smiled. Busted. "Of course, you're still using the 'women need to be treated just like any other person' when you completely make me lose all train of thought because you're so fascinatingly pretty."
Mysti smiled. "OK, you got me there. And thank you for the compliment. Next time, I'll come disguised as an old crone and play the ageism card."
My turn to shrug. "It doesn't matter. Men deservedly get the short end of the stick, and it seems to have always been that way."
Her smile turned into a grin. "Just as long as we have our little understanding."
"So, you asked for help."
"That I did. Hermione and Tess seem determined to get them and their boyfriends stuck in Ancient Egypt where I can't help them."
I was stuck for words at that point. Too much information. "Wait. Hermione and Tess have boyfriends?"
"Right - or will shortly."
"And those boyfriends can travel in time."
"Right."
"They are time-benders?"
"No, they're egg-head scientists."
"So they built a time machine."
"Bingo."
"And they meet their boyfriends back in Ancient Egypt?"
"Right again."
"But can't get back, because...?"
"Because their time machine disappears."
"Disappears?"
"Stolen."
"But Hermione and Tess don't need a time machine."
"Except this one has crippled their native abilities."
"By...?"
"Confusing their simultaneous time with linear time..."
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Two scientists broke time - trying to travel in it.
If they weren't so cute, I don't think I'd be as forgiving.
Still, they have no clue what they just invented.
In these days of overnight express delivery, they could make a fortune. And the same device could deliver ticking bombs to any government building or office building anywhere. Instantaneously.
You'd think these scientists would have learned something after the Manhattan Project. And Nagasaki. And the Twin Towers.
Nope. All these two young knuckleheads were trying to do was to prove the impossible was possible - and get some more funding to do it.
I just can't tell them that what they were doing was the worst thing in history, I'd have to show them. Or they'd never believe me.
And that's when it really got involved - and personally dangerous.
Excerpt:
"John, I'm going to need your help - or we're going to lose some Ghost Hunters."
It was Mysti. And this was odd, since she embodied control over all thought - and so, the entire universe as it was created. Fixing things only by mind was her specialty.
"How could I, a simple mystery writer with a farming day job possibly help you?"
She rolled her eyes and shrugged. Which would be funny, if it didn't make her even more attractive. Her red-blond hair hung straight to her shoulders where it broke out in large curls. The shrug just made everything bounce again.
"Ahem."
"Oh, sorry. You transfixed me again."
"Still using the 'red-blooded male' excuse?"
I smiled. Busted. "Of course, you're still using the 'women need to be treated just like any other person' when you completely make me lose all train of thought because you're so fascinatingly pretty."
Mysti smiled. "OK, you got me there. And thank you for the compliment. Next time, I'll come disguised as an old crone and play the ageism card."
My turn to shrug. "It doesn't matter. Men deservedly get the short end of the stick, and it seems to have always been that way."
Her smile turned into a grin. "Just as long as we have our little understanding."
"So, you asked for help."
"That I did. Hermione and Tess seem determined to get them and their boyfriends stuck in Ancient Egypt where I can't help them."
I was stuck for words at that point. Too much information. "Wait. Hermione and Tess have boyfriends?"
"Right - or will shortly."
"And those boyfriends can travel in time."
"Right."
"They are time-benders?"
"No, they're egg-head scientists."
"So they built a time machine."
"Bingo."
"And they meet their boyfriends back in Ancient Egypt?"
"Right again."
"But can't get back, because...?"
"Because their time machine disappears."
"Disappears?"
"Stolen."
"But Hermione and Tess don't need a time machine."
"Except this one has crippled their native abilities."
"By...?"
"Confusing their simultaneous time with linear time..."
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