Timestorm: A Tempest Novel

Timestorm: A Tempest Novel

by Julie Cross

Narrated by Matthew Brown

Unabridged — 12 hours, 3 minutes

Timestorm: A Tempest Novel

Timestorm: A Tempest Novel

by Julie Cross

Narrated by Matthew Brown

Unabridged — 12 hours, 3 minutes

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Overview

"Cross's zippy writing and fresh plot are an exhilarating combination." -Publishers Weekly

The battle between the Tempest Division and Eyewall comes to a shocking conclusion in Timestorm-the final installment of Julie Cross's Tempest trilogy, where the need for survival stretches the boundaries of history, both past and future, and the world Jackson Meyer once knew is a place forever marked by the detrimental effects of time travel.

As Jackson recovers from his brush with death, he's surrounded not only by the people he loves most-his dad, Courtney, and Holly-he's also among a few of the original time travelers. As he learns more about their lives and how this world began, it becomes apparent that they need to put a stop to Thomas and Dr. Ludwig's experimenting at Eyewall Headquarters. What starts out as an escape plan becomes a war between time and humanity, between free will and peace. It's the battle Jackson was born to fight and he's not about to back down. Not for anything. Not for anyone.


Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

Timestorm is a fast-paced, inventive conclusion to The Tempest Trilogy. Author Julie Cross negotiates the twists and turns of time travel with deft skill.” —Fresh Fiction.com

“The characters are realistically portrayed, the relationships dynamic, and the writing strong. Fans of time travel/different and inventive concepts of time travel simply must give Cross' trilogy a shot, because I genuinely believe this is as original as time travel gets.” —Finding Bliss in Books

“I was left with a lot of feelings and after I took a few moments to cope, the feeling that overpowered the others was satisfaction. What a ride it has been.” —Night Owl Teen

“The best part of the novel lies in the emotional connections among the characters.” —Kirkus Reviews

Timestorm finishes out the series in a satisfying fashion.” —Romantic Times

“It will be difficult waiting another year for the next installment. . .fans will wait anxiously and hope that Cross continues to treat us to the roller coaster ride that is life with the time traveling, teenage CIA agent – Jackson Meyer.” —Examiner.com on Vortex

“Fans of Cross's debut novel, Tempest, will love returning to the time-jumping adventures of Jackson Meyer. . . . Expect a thrill a minute as Jackson discovers he's even more special than he initially thought.” —RT Book Reviews on Vortex

“Fast-paced and inventive.” —L.A. Times on Tempest

“One of my favorite books of 2012.” —EW.com on Tempest

“A surprising emotional punch.” —Entertainment Weekly on Tempest

Kirkus Reviews

2013-12-18
Here's hoping fans have had time to rest their brains before leaping into the final installment of the Tempest trilogy, as it will push them nearly to the breaking point. The mental gymnastics necessary to keep up with Jackson Meyer and his band of time-traveling "misfits" are not for out-of-shape readers. Amid many subplots, Jackson is reunited with the people he loves in the year 3200, where he will finally uncover the truth about the origins of the Tempus gene and Project Eyewall. Armed with this knowledge, Jackson and his crew must wage the ultimate battle to save the past, present and future. As in its predecessors, the best part of the novel lies in the emotional connections among the characters, particularly with respect to Jackson and his ill-fated twin sister, Courtney. The love story between Holly and Jackson, though frustrating at times due to the seemingly endless iterations of Holly, also adds some heat and intrigue. Unfortunately, the introduction of too many new characters and the relentless jumps back and forth in time make it nearly impossible to stay rooted in the story, no matter how endearing the cast might be. In a word: exhausting. (Science fiction. 14 & up)

Product Details

BN ID: 2940171924416
Publisher: Macmillan Audio
Publication date: 08/01/2017
Series: Tempest , #3
Edition description: Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE
 
 
DAY 1
 
I stood in front of the cell staring at … well … staring at me. The caged, unshaven, animal version of me. The way he looked, not at me but through me, brought on the sudden self-awareness that I probably hadn’t survived the bleeding brain or whatever the hell happened to me when I jumped into the future. My eyes dropped to my arms as I lifted a hand toward my face. Transparent. I was transparent.
A magnetic force seemed to pulse in the space between the two versions of myself, pulling us together. Footsteps echoed from behind me and I jumped out of the way as Senator Healy stalked right up to the cell, opening the door and somehow cutting off whatever force had been dragging me forward. The other me stood up slowly, shakily, bruises marring his face and legs.
“Senator Healy!” I tried to croak, not hearing a sound outside my own mind.
“Come on, son. Let’s get you out of here,” Healy said, his voice gentle, barely above a whisper. It reminded me of the way he had spoken to me while I had hung my head over a sink after watching Mason get blown to pieces. Even just thinking about what happened still made me feel nauseous.
The other me shuffled closer, leaning heavily on Healy for support as if his legs weren’t used to walking. The urge to somehow unzip him and crawl inside so I could be seen and heard intensified. I had to find a way! Somehow I just knew that I was dying. And then the old warehouse dissolved and pain shot through every inch of my body.
“He can’t breathe! We’ve got to do something!”
A truck.
A truck sat on my chest and every ounce of energy I had was devoted to shoving it away. Air. I needed air. Nothing would enter. Nothing would exit.
“His lungs are full of fluid! Open him up!” someone shouted.
And I felt the stab to my chest, skin splitting open and my ribs cracking. I had to get out of here. People aren’t supposed to feel these things.
“Pulse is fading and then coming again … I can’t get it steady,” a woman’s voice spoke right next to my ear.
“He’s jumping,” someone said.
Silence followed for a full five seconds, then I heard Dad’s voice in my other ear, sounding more terrified than I’ve ever heard him in my life. “Jackson, just stay here … please.”
But I couldn’t. There was no way to control it.
“Are you all right, son?” Healy said to the other me, hand clutching his shoulder.
The other me had sunk to his knees with a loud crack as his kneecaps made contact with the hard floor. He clutched his chest, a look of panic in his eyes, and then raised his shirt. A faint line appeared slowly down the center of his chest, blood trickling from the wound.
Which one of us is dying? I thought it was me. He’s not in the future. How can he feel what is happening to me?
A gunshot rang from right behind me, breaking my concentration. Healy fell to the ground, blood oozing from his head. Eyes wide open.
“What the…” the other me said, staring at Healy’s body. Then he looked up, right at me. Or through me.
“Who … who are you?” he stuttered, still on his knees, attempting to stand.
Was he talking to me? No, he was talking to whoever had just shot Healy. But for some reason I couldn’t make my body turn around to see who it was. I needed to breathe air. To feel my heart beat again.
“I’m the only one with enough guts to do this,” the deep voice boomed from behind me.
Chief Marshall. I didn’t have to look.
“Do what?” the other me said, his eyes wide.
Using all my willpower, I forced my body to start to move. The gun fired again. Not just once, but three times. I heard myself scream inside my head … heard the other me’s scream cut off as he slumped to the ground.
Thump … thump … thump.
My heart gave three quick beats as I finally turned, just in time to see Chief Marshall vanish.

 
Copyright © 2014 by Julie Cross

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