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Overview
He can travel back in time to the Titanic, but can he save the woman he loves?
Ever since Liam Peterson graduated from high school, he's worked at the Titanic Voyage ride in Historytown, a struggling amusement park in Eloy, Arizona. He's enchanted by the story of Clara Jones, a hero of the Titanic who saved several fellow Third Class passengers before perishing in the sinking.
He never expected to meet her.
One night, the teenage son of Historytown's founder tricks Liam into thinking that a 3D projection of Clara is a theme park guest. But as Liam interacts with Clara's "holoactor" on the sets of Titanic Voyage, the past starts to change. He's been visiting the real Clara Jones.
Then tragedy strikes Liam's life outside the ride. His only escape from the grief is the hope of saving Clara and seeing that she has a long, happy life. But if he rewrites her history, he might erase his own.
Titanic Voyage is an emotional, wholesome novel tackling themes of friendship, loss, and love across time.
~~~
When the set comes to life this time, lifeboat 11 appears, all thirty feet of her. A steward pulls people from something like a queue, and a steward and a sailor help passengers step over the waist-high bulwark to board the lifeboat suspended on the other side, high above the water. Most of the crowd looks calm, but a woman's scream carries through the night. She's likely not hurt, not at this stage of the sinking. More likely, she's been separated from her husband and perhaps her older sons. Even after she quiets, the air feels tense. The distant sounds of string music do nothing to calm me.
A steward and a man in a suit shove a bundled-up woman towards the lifeboat. Before I can move out of the way, they pass through me.
I squint aft and ask Rocky, "Do you see her?"
"No—wait, yes. Farther back. Hurry!"
I rush towards the stern. It's still an uphill climb and unlike when I met you on the bow, I now have to dodge holoactor ghosts.
"Clara!" I shout before I see you. A figure near the edge of the set stops, then turns.
You look just as I remembered—the men's jacket, the freckled cheeks, the mussed hair. Your eyes go wide. "What—"
"No time, Clara." I grab your arm. Your arm, Clara. My fingers are squeezing the forearm of the real Clara Jones. Time seems to stop as I stare at you for the span of several breaths.
"The iceberg wasn't as frozen as you," Rocky says.
I shake myself out of my stupor and try to pull you forward with me. "Clara, you need to get to a lifeboat."
You gasp, then try to prise my hand off of your arm. Your sharp nails dig into my fingers but I hold tight. "Let me go!" you cry.
"Clara—"
"How do you know my name?"
I'm struck mute.
A couple of breaths pass. Rocky says, "She met you at the bow at 1:20 ship's time, but we just ran a simulation at 1:10. Maybe that undid what happened at 1:20. Then she wouldn't remember meeting you, because it never happened for her."
You continue fighting my hold. "There are people down there waiting for rescue."
"Clara, there's no time. You—"
"I don't know how you know my name, but it's 'Miss Jones!' Sir!"
Your attempt at propriety . . . something in my chest twists in admiration of you.
"Miss Jones, then. This way." I grab your arm with both hands, gripping so tight that you shriek. I wince but I pull harder. I have to save you. "I'll go below afterwards and help anyone I can, but you have to get to safety." It's not even a lie. If we save you now, perhaps we can rescue others later, provided it wouldn't disrupt history too much. I swear, Clara, that's what I'm thinking.
You scream as loud as Rocky's steam whistle alarm. "Let go!" You struggle and finally jab your heel into my shin. No projection should have been able to cause that much pain. Yelling, I release you. You sprint away and I've hardly limped three steps in your direction before you dash through a set wall and vanish. The scene goes silent and dim. I bite my tongue to keep from saying something you wouldn't approve of.
"How hard is it to drag a girl into a lifeboat?" Rocky asks through my earpiece.
"I'm not accustomed to kidnapping," I mutter. "Are you?"
I'm pretty sure he snorts. "So what now? We don't have enough time for you to work out to build the muscle you'd need to pick her up and carry her."
I try to think of a witty retort but all that comes out is a yawn. Clara, I want to save you, but I doubt I can manage that in the state I'm in.
Ever since Liam Peterson graduated from high school, he's worked at the Titanic Voyage ride in Historytown, a struggling amusement park in Eloy, Arizona. He's enchanted by the story of Clara Jones, a hero of the Titanic who saved several fellow Third Class passengers before perishing in the sinking.
He never expected to meet her.
One night, the teenage son of Historytown's founder tricks Liam into thinking that a 3D projection of Clara is a theme park guest. But as Liam interacts with Clara's "holoactor" on the sets of Titanic Voyage, the past starts to change. He's been visiting the real Clara Jones.
Then tragedy strikes Liam's life outside the ride. His only escape from the grief is the hope of saving Clara and seeing that she has a long, happy life. But if he rewrites her history, he might erase his own.
Titanic Voyage is an emotional, wholesome novel tackling themes of friendship, loss, and love across time.
~~~
When the set comes to life this time, lifeboat 11 appears, all thirty feet of her. A steward pulls people from something like a queue, and a steward and a sailor help passengers step over the waist-high bulwark to board the lifeboat suspended on the other side, high above the water. Most of the crowd looks calm, but a woman's scream carries through the night. She's likely not hurt, not at this stage of the sinking. More likely, she's been separated from her husband and perhaps her older sons. Even after she quiets, the air feels tense. The distant sounds of string music do nothing to calm me.
A steward and a man in a suit shove a bundled-up woman towards the lifeboat. Before I can move out of the way, they pass through me.
I squint aft and ask Rocky, "Do you see her?"
"No—wait, yes. Farther back. Hurry!"
I rush towards the stern. It's still an uphill climb and unlike when I met you on the bow, I now have to dodge holoactor ghosts.
"Clara!" I shout before I see you. A figure near the edge of the set stops, then turns.
You look just as I remembered—the men's jacket, the freckled cheeks, the mussed hair. Your eyes go wide. "What—"
"No time, Clara." I grab your arm. Your arm, Clara. My fingers are squeezing the forearm of the real Clara Jones. Time seems to stop as I stare at you for the span of several breaths.
"The iceberg wasn't as frozen as you," Rocky says.
I shake myself out of my stupor and try to pull you forward with me. "Clara, you need to get to a lifeboat."
You gasp, then try to prise my hand off of your arm. Your sharp nails dig into my fingers but I hold tight. "Let me go!" you cry.
"Clara—"
"How do you know my name?"
I'm struck mute.
A couple of breaths pass. Rocky says, "She met you at the bow at 1:20 ship's time, but we just ran a simulation at 1:10. Maybe that undid what happened at 1:20. Then she wouldn't remember meeting you, because it never happened for her."
You continue fighting my hold. "There are people down there waiting for rescue."
"Clara, there's no time. You—"
"I don't know how you know my name, but it's 'Miss Jones!' Sir!"
Your attempt at propriety . . . something in my chest twists in admiration of you.
"Miss Jones, then. This way." I grab your arm with both hands, gripping so tight that you shriek. I wince but I pull harder. I have to save you. "I'll go below afterwards and help anyone I can, but you have to get to safety." It's not even a lie. If we save you now, perhaps we can rescue others later, provided it wouldn't disrupt history too much. I swear, Clara, that's what I'm thinking.
You scream as loud as Rocky's steam whistle alarm. "Let go!" You struggle and finally jab your heel into my shin. No projection should have been able to cause that much pain. Yelling, I release you. You sprint away and I've hardly limped three steps in your direction before you dash through a set wall and vanish. The scene goes silent and dim. I bite my tongue to keep from saying something you wouldn't approve of.
"How hard is it to drag a girl into a lifeboat?" Rocky asks through my earpiece.
"I'm not accustomed to kidnapping," I mutter. "Are you?"
I'm pretty sure he snorts. "So what now? We don't have enough time for you to work out to build the muscle you'd need to pick her up and carry her."
I try to think of a witty retort but all that comes out is a yawn. Clara, I want to save you, but I doubt I can manage that in the state I'm in.
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940186734819 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 07/08/2022 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 512 KB |
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