Time Waits for no Heroine

By Avery Leckrone and M Kilby

Lady Quantum is the premier heroine of Reverie, LA. With control of matter and energy at the quantum level, there isn't much she can't do... except get home. Pulled through a space-time portal from her home in the twenty-first century into Victorian London, Lady Quantum is weak and confused and an immediate target for the Whitechapel Ripper.

She's lost and out of her depth, and she needs to get her feet under her quickly, before the Ripper or his minions can find her and put an end to her for good.

Joined in her quest by the adventurous John Watson and his friend, the intrepid Inspector Lestrade, the clock is ticking for our heroine to find and defeat the villain and return to her own time... before the villain finds her!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quantum Publishing
• Release date: Mar 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780578476599

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Time Waits For No Heroine

by

Avery Whiskey Jack Leckrone

and

M. Lady Quantum Kilby

Quantum Publishing

2018

Copyright

Time Waits for No Heroine

Copyright © 2018 by Avery Leckrone and M. Kilby

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing: 2018

Art by M. Kilby, copyright © 2018.

Quantum Publishing

Shawnee, OK

2018

Prologue

You ever have one of those days where you think everything is going really well, and then suddenly it all goes to Hell in a handbasket? Yeah...one of those. My morning started out great. A big Texas breakfast with all the fixin's, a big cup of coffee, the company of my best friend and snuggle bunny, and the newspaper already delivered to my front door.

It just don't get any better than that.

Then I go out to pick up the mail, which also has my business mail in it for Rads and Radicals, and found something in it that disturbed me far beyond anything I'd seen before. An envelope from the New Scotland Yard addressed to Lady Quantum care of Rads and Radicals and Dr. Terressa R. Martin. My heart nearly burst out of my chest, and my knees almost buckled as I frantically opened the sealed envelope to find out the contents. How could they know?! I thought to myself in panic, but in the end it was a false alarm, as they were just trying to get hold of my alter ego at her last known location from the news. What was inside, was another point of interest. A picture of an old photograph dated 1891 of none other than...well...Lady Quantum...ME! And of all places London in 1891!

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The photo was old, no doubt, and seemed to be partly burned. It was in a plastic baggy and tacked to a wood backing, but was fairly easily seen through the clear plastic. It had writing on it clearly describing is date and place of origin, and the person in the photo could be no one else but Lady Quantum as far as I could tell. There was a report in the envelope about tests ran on the photo for carbon dating for authenticity, and such, but as far as the New Scotland Yard was concerned it was the real deal, which lead to the letter...

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New Scotland Yard 

Broadway, London, SW1H 0BG

Territorial Operations Dept.

TO-H Division

To Whom it May Concern, and the American Heroine Known as Lady Quantum,

On 26th, June 2015 it was brought to our attention by an intern researching some old cases for a disertation on the minds of serial killers, where it was found with other relics from investigators of that period, which has caused some rather disturbing information to come to light. The copy of the photograph enclosed with this letter has been authenticated over a dozen different times, and I can assure you, it is not a fake. It was found in a medical bag marked with a brass tag, and the letters J.H.W. along with other documents in our Jack the Ripper files, seemingly overlooked. As our scientists have verified the age of the photograph, so too have our historians gone through our records to try and find to whom this bag belonged to. Sadly, J.H.W. is all we have to go off of at this time, and we are hoping that perhaps you could shed some light on this mystery, since, obviously, it must be your Great Great Grandmother in the photograph. Any information that she might have passed on to you about this matter is of the utmost importance, since this could pertain to one of the most infamous and widely known serial murder cases in history. Please feel free to contact me at anytime at the number on the contact sheet enclosed in the envelope.

Yours Sincerely,

E. Arnold

Supt.

Head of Historical Branch

01-563-8826

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To be blunt, I was stunned. Not only was I looking at a copy of a photograph of what appeared to be me in 1891, but on top of that it was talking about someone having that picture of me, but that they had no idea who it was. On top of that this New Scotland Yarder had called me my Great Great Grandmother! I mean REALLY?! My legs are nowhere near looking that old! Bastard... With a huff I put the letter down and began getting dressed first putting on my costume before reaching for my work clothes that would be put on over the top of them. Suddenly, a portal opened up behind me, the likes of which I'd never felt before. The power of it was immense, and I began to fight it's force with my powers, but before I could do much of anything I was hit with some kind of blast and then yanked into the swirling vortex. Before I knew what had really happened, I was on my feet again, on cobblestones no less, with the sounds of horses, revelry, and it was dark and foggy.

Ah crap...

Chapter One

June 27th 1891

It was on the evening of the 26th that it can truly be said that I, Dr. John H. Watson, became involved in the events described herein. I was enjoying a nightcap in my apartments, when an insistent knocking came from my front door. Upon investigating, since obviously someone must be in