Time Travel Trio

By Sam Knight

The best way to time travel is more than once!

Three Time Travel Short Stories by Sam Knight.

Visit Luna Base, where the Ghosts of Time roam through the corridors.

When the inventor of time travel sends himself a note back through time, he knows he will be Just in Time for a Celebration.

Steam punk era adventure follows an unlikely trio as they use their time machine to stay On the Heels of Spring Heeled Jack.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sam Knight
• Release date: Jun 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781628690033

Sam Knight

A Colorado native, Sam Knight spent ten years in California’s wine country before returning to the Rockies. When asked if he misses California, he gets a wistful look in his eyes and replies he misses the green mountains in the winter, but he is glad to be back home. As well as having being Distribution Manager for WordFire Press and Senior Editor for Villainous Press, he is author of six children’s books, four short story collections, three novels, and nearly three dozen short stories, including two media tie-ins co-authored with Kevin J. Anderson. A stay-at-home father, Sam attempts to be a full-time writer, but there are only so many hours left in a day after kids. Once upon a time, he was known to quote books the way some people quote movies, but now he claims having a family has made him forgetful, as a survival adaptation.  He can be found at SamKnight.com and contacted at [e-mail].

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Time Travel Trio

By Sam Knight

Copyright 2013 Sam Knight

Smashwords Edition 2013

Knight Writing Press

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ISBN 978-1-62869-001-9

GHOSTS OF TIME© Copyright 2013

JUST IN TIME FOR A CELEBRATION© Copyright 2013

ON THE HEELS OF SPRING HEELED JACK© Copyright 2013

Cover Art© Copyright 2017 Sam Knight

Cover and Interior Design by Knight Writing Press

Interior Art© Copyright 2013 Sam Knight

Spring Heeled Jack images are believed to be in the Public Domain and no infringement is intended.

Author Bio Photo by Stacey Vowell

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Dedication

For my friends, who continue to help me, and more importantly, encourage me, when I need it the most.

Quincy J. Allen

Kevin J. Anderson and Rebecca Moesta

David Boop

J. A. Campbell

Guy Anthony DeMarco

Pamela M. Nihiser

Kathryn Renta

Christopher M. Salas

For Peter J. Wacks, whose love of time travel inspired me.

For Mark Leslie, and Kobo for pushing me on to do it myself.

For my critique group, be they No Name Heros, or be they part of the Cariboucrew, who will be sad to see I did not take all of their suggestions to heart.

Ghosts of Time

17AUG52 08:47

She was right. It looks like someone finger-painted with spaghetti down here. Roy absently scratched at a long scar across his unshaven chin as he considered the mess. The dead end of the maintenance corridor was covered from the ceiling down with a fine brownish-red spray. Rivulets of red had formed spiderweb patterns on the smooth white surfaces, running down the walls and leaving half dried puddles on the floor.

It was definitely human. Emily, Roy’s second in command, pointed towards the corner where some recognizable pieces had piled up. She tucked a stray curl of her black hair back into her ponytail as she tried to hide her disgust.

Emily and Roy wore identical standard issue athletic pants and shirts. They had been in the middle of their morning sparring session when the emergency alarm sounded, bringing them down to the lowest level of Luna Base.

What do you suppose happened? Emily asked.

Roy shook his head. We’ve seen some strange shit since we left Earth, and it’s only gotten stranger here on Luna. I can’t even guess anymore. It’s a damn shame to come through everything you have to do to get here –only to end up like that.

Oh my god. Butkus came up behind them and covered his nose and mouth with the white sleeve of his uniform.

Kinda makes you wish we could open a window. Emily wore a grimace as she glanced back to the Chief Medical Officer.

At least that would flash freeze it and get rid of the smell, Roy agreed. He wondered if his face had gone as white as both of theirs. The only reason he could bear the shocking sight was that it was nearly unrecognizable.

Butkus, staring at the mess and trying to take it in, shook his head. Sun’s up now. It would boil off. He lost his battle to control his visceral reaction and dropped his portable lab case to the tiled floor with a metallic clatter. Roy and Emily watched as he hurried back out of the small service hallway, retreating towards fresher air and nearly knocking down one of the two men stationed to preserve the scene.

Roy turned back to Emily. I reckon we need to put eyes on each and every Loonie, find out who this is.

Emily nodded and they both stood silently, grappling with the reality of the mess around them.

I’m back. Butkus’ voice was hoarse. Sorry. It just hit me hard.

Any idea what could cause this? Emily asked Butkus.

Butkus couldn’t keep the look of disgust off his face as he shook his head. The pieces over there indicate a blast force, something that would push them into the corner, he looked around the dead end, but I don’t see any evidence of an explosion. See the vent grill? He pointed at a plastic cover on the wall. They made those so light I can poke a finger through them. If a blast capable of doing this, he waved his hand at the red mess, "went off in here, I would expect the grill to be shattered.

Judging from the amount of … moisture, I’d guess this happened less than twenty-four hours ago. He toed at a dried smear. It’s been here at least five or six hours. Something caught his eye. Look over there, he pointed behind where Roy and Emily stood. See the smudge? And the ‘reverse shadow’ where no drops landed? Someone else was here. He pulled a DNA sequencer out of his portable med kit. "I’ll know who it was that died in about half an hour. It’ll take longer to see if I can find any trace of who the other