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Time Shifters: Into the Past is an exciting time-travel adventure story for 9-12 year-olds and the first in the Time Shifters series. The second book, Time Shifters: A Long Way From Home, will be released before Christmas 2018.
Time-shifted to the past, three twenty-first century children fight to survive or risk being lost in time forever.
When Maisie Brown is time-shifted to 1471 during a school trip to Warwick Castle, it’s the beginning of an adventure bigger than she could ever have dreamed of. The only problem is she has to share it with Lizzie Andrews, the class bully, instead of her best friend Danny Romano, who has managed to get caught up amongst the Earl of Warwick’s army marching towards the Battle of Barnet.
Determined to save Danny, Maisie and Lizzie leave the safety of the castle and follow after the army. Battling against everything that Medieval England throws at them, the girls find unexpected help from a Lord with a surprising secret, and discover that two mysterious hooded riders are trying to hunt them down. With time fast running out to find Danny they begin to realise that they have the unlikeliest of allies looking out for them.
The chase is on to find a way home before being time-shifted again.
Extract from Time Shifters: Into the Past
The clang of iron bars slamming shut made us jump. Lizzie’s hands left my shoulders and grasped the wall on either side of me. The steps beneath my feet rumbled and shook. I felt stones shuffle against my back as the wall shifted. Dust from the cracks in the stone puffed into the air. The light above us flickered like a disco light before going out, plunging us into darkness. I couldn’t see anything but it felt like I was spinning round and round, faster and faster. Then everything went quiet and the dizziness stopped as my back jolted against the stone wall. A sickening, rotten smell like a stink bomb hit me, oozing up from the dungeon below. My breath caught in my throat. Lizzie coughed and spluttered.
“Who’s there?” a voice croaked from the darkness.
I froze. “There was no one down there,” I whispered. I could see a square of inviting grey light at the top of the stairs.
Lizzie breathed fast. “What is this, some kind of freak show?” She pushed me hard against the wall, knocking my breath from me before running up the steps. I peered into the gloom and gasped. A thin, pale face smeared with dirt stared up at me. His skeletal fingers clutched at the bars of the gaol door.
“Help me,” he pleaded.
I backed away, stumbling up the steps, unable to find the handrail on the wall, only damp stone. I emerged through the trapdoor into daylight. Earth strewn with straw and muck covered the castle courtyard and had replaced the expanse of grass where the knights had been fighting. The air was filled with new smells of woodsmoke and horses. Grey clouds shadowed the castle turrets. Even the castle had changed.