TRIAL OF TIME
Welcome to the second book in the series! Re-enter my little world of magic and science fiction when you buy this book and dive into the new problems faced by Alexa and her friends.
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TRIAL OF TIME (PAPERBACK)
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I had called the ocean, and it had answered. My magic was back!
– Trial of Time
Wrenched back in time to Ancient Athens via mysterious forces out of their control, Alexa and her six best friends have literally been thrown into the deep end. With no clue how to get back, they must focus on finding their eighth member, which is kind of impossible in a city of thousands!
Throw in accusations of witchcraft, a kidnapping and court trials, and the girls have themselves a perfect vacation! Not. Even their elemental magic is behaving strangely…
Their only solution? Find the original prophecy, except it lies deep beneath the waves… and so Alexa must face the last trial without the help of her elemi-sisters.
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Story Excerpt:
Chris had him pinned down. He wouldn't be able to get away from him easily now.
Mr Phillips glared at him from the locked door of the closet that Chris had cornered him in. The closet was quite big but was filled with clutter, so Chris had to be careful where he stepped so he wouldn't make too much noise.
A few minutes earlier, he'd just been turning the corner, on the way to his next class, when he'd seen Mr Phillips hastily disappearing through the door. Chris had thought that enough was enough, and stormed in after him, locking the door with the key which he now held firmly in his hand.
“Are you mad?” Mr Phillips hissed. “You can't just lock
a teacher up in a closet!”
Chris sighed. “I've locked myself in as well, remember?”
“But you've got the key,” Mr Phillips pointed out, crossing his arms over his brawny chest like a sullen boy.
“Look,” Chris began, “I've been trying to talk to you for days now, but you keep avoiding me.”
Mr Phillips looked away quickly, trying to hide the guilty expression on his face. “I'm not avoiding you, why would you think that?”
This time Chris crossed his arms and let his eyes sweep through the tiny room. “I don't know, Rafel.” He used his teacher's first name to make a point. “Why did you disappear into a closet? I'm sure it wasn't because you fancied the company of Roombas and cleaning equipment...” he added, looking down at the circular robotic vacuum cleaners that were sometimes seen zooming around after school hours.
