Lethe's Road
()
About this ebook
Would you know if you'd shifted to another universe, or even to another body? A new word appears, and a new life opens. And you ask yourself, "How long have I been here?" Lethe's Road's a cozy, psychological story, with a dash of time travel, set in an altered Canberra, in a baking, Australian summer. A small family notices a subtle change in their world. Then the journey begins…
Russell Kightley
Russell Kightley has been writing sci-fi stories since 2014. His books are philosophical science fiction / literary fiction / magical realism with a slice of satire and a twist of time travel. Often, they explore the nature of consciousness and reality, but they’re written in a light and easy style, often with wordplay. Russell Kightley, a long time scientific illustrator, lives in Canberra, the capital of Australia, with his wife, an astrophysicist, and his younger daughter, a science student. His elder daughter is a well-known model. Ollie the shih-tzu lives with him and features in some of the stories.
Read more from Russell Kightley
Yesterday Makers: A Story from a Time Machine Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTime Aerials: A Time Travel Diversion Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRetro Virion: A Tale of Lunacy & Loss Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsQualia, Pierce, & the Time Ship: A Marriage in Four Parts Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCafé Street & Other Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGlobal Replace & Other Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Lethe's Road
Related ebooks
Lone Stars: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tears in the Grass Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Somber Island Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5After Youth Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDarkness Rising (Book Two of the Into the Shadows Trilogy) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJust Another Miracle! Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Brightfellow Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ordinary Movings Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Den: The Den, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLickety-Split: A Novel from Nebraska Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRough Justice Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Fifth Son: An Inspector Green Mystery Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Bad Things that Happen to Girls Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWe Had It So Good: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fugues on a Funny Bone Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Raw Light of Morning Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnsettled Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This Lie Will Kill You Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Scandal In Copper Lake Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChasm Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Whale House and other stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsS.O.S. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHome Front: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Family Dancing: Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Adventurous Ali: Temple of the Monkey God: Adventurous Ali, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLeaving England Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmong the Departed Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Kaylen and the Lost Spirits: Adventure Kids, #7 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Devil's Madonna Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Girl Who Owned a City Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Fantasy For You
Tress of the Emerald Sea: Secret Projects, #1 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Piranesi Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Fellowship Of The Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The City of Dreaming Books Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Stories of Ray Bradbury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Priory of the Orange Tree Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This Is How You Lose the Time War Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Picture of Dorian Gray (The Original 1890 Uncensored Edition + The Expanded and Revised 1891 Edition) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Silmarillion Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Assassin and the Pirate Lord: A Throne of Glass Novella Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Talisman: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Assassin and the Desert: A Throne of Glass Novella Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Immortal Longings Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fairy Tale Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Eyes of the Dragon Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Don Quixote: [Complete & Illustrated] Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Assassin and the Empire: A Throne of Glass Novella Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Assassin and the Underworld: A Throne of Glass Novella Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Labyrinth of Dreaming Books: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Phantom Tollbooth Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Nettle & Bone Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Warrior of the Light: A Manual Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wizard's First Rule Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Lethe's Road
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Lethe's Road - Russell Kightley
LETHE'S DREAM
EVERYTHING TIPPED AND the steering wheel span—all resistance gone as the tyres left the road. John was flying, a pilot in a crashing plane, then asphalt slammed the windscreen like a shovel in a face. Metal screamed, and pain rammed his head and chest and shins.
I’m not alone, he thought, in that last, extended moment, Lily and Marie are here, and we’re in trouble.
John slipped free and looked down at the little car. It lay on its back, cracked like a dead turtle, and dark patches spread over the ground as broken machinery bled out. Harsh propellant hung in the air, making his throat sting. And there were softer smells of blood and piss and fear—and a cloying sense of loss. And, at the very edge of hearing, a thin song rose and fell, like a distant lament. The car’s bright yellow panels and struts—all bent and twisted—glowed against the dull road. The windows and shattered glass flashed in the sun, dazzling him as he circled above the translucent chassis. It’s not real, he thought, you can’t see through metal. Or hover in trees. I’m dreaming or dead—and dead’s more likely.
His wife and daughter hung in the back seats—clearly visible through the car’s glassy belly—with their white faces and blue lips and twisted limbs. Their chests were still, but their eyes tracked him. Red stains seeped over the ropey fibres of their clothes, and he wondered if their rough dresses could absorb the flow, or if he’d need a sponge.
A hulking figure lay pinned in the front seat. And I’m dead, too, he thought.
It’s bad news,
boomed a woman’s voice from the treetops.
A man spoke from the ground, but his words were tinny and faraway.
I know it’s bad news, we’re all fucking dead,
John screamed, but no sound came. His windpipe narrowed to a needle-thin straw, and he gasped, desperate to drink, just to breathe…
A rush and roar, water sparkled everywhere, and the cracked turtle—packed with corpses—rose in the instant flood and bobbed away. He jumped into the sudden, wide, and sunlit river and tried to swallow, but his throat clamped shut. Then the sky split.
John sat bolt upright, sucking in air, coughing and gasping, and tearing his membranes. Tears welled, and he brushed them away and reached across the bedside table, feeling for his glass. Then his spectacles—perched on an upturned novel—clattered to the floor. Bollocks!
He grabbed the glass and gulped and rubbed his eyes. Bollocks again!
Lily stirred next to him. What’s going on?
I’m choking.
A splutter, a cough, and a rasping breath. After blinking, he sipped his water and wiped his face. Bloody nightmare…
With a grunt, he twisted to check the clock radio. The faux-wooden box boomed, and the digits glowed red. It was 7.01, and the news was bad.
At least fifty dead,
said the treetop woman from his dream. And dozens are missing.
John got up, swore, and staggered down the hall. Swaying slightly, and still wheezing, he sprayed into the toilet bowl and stared at the window—a bright flat square of frosted glass—and felt the rush of warm air. Another weekend gone, another hot Monday, another scorching Australian summer. And today would start, like every other day, with the morning tasks of brushing his teeth, filling the kettle, and emptying the dishwasher. Then the brief lull of coffee and breakfast. The coffee would be long and black and strong. He’d drink two mugs, and Lily would have one. The cereal would be warm, and the cooked fruit sharp, and the conversation terse. Then would come the daily commute. These simple rituals marked each morning, winding the mainspring of his day and pinning down his thoughts.
Marie bounced into the dining room, wearing a dark top with red piping, black shorts, pink trainers, and white socks. She sat down and spooned