Chapters (45)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Prologue
- 2046
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- About the Author
‘FASTER,’ Roland bellows, knowing the danger of what’s on the other side. They burst into a run, dragging the poles down as Safa’s eyes widen at the wall of blue light coming at her.
One second she’s in the warm, dry room and the next she’s staring at a wall of water looming overhead with spray and wind whipping into her face. Noise everywhere from the angry thrashing of the sea and wind. She glances behind, watching the blue light move down the vessel, which appears as quickly as it disappeared. Harry comes into view, grimacing and twisting the throttle, filling the room behind him with more choking black smoke. Then it’s done and they drop a foot to land in the water with Harry already opening the engine to turn the boat into the huge wave bearing down on them.
Malcolm was right. The engine does bite. A second later the propeller is pushing the prow into the base of the wave. Harry doesn’t falter. Not a flicker of surprise shows. He works with instinct and feel. The wave is big but not too big to be a problem, and he senses the power at play in the engine behind him. He twists more, powering gradually as they start the incline. Safa grips the ropes, swallowing at the experience and the sight. From a room in the bunker in the Cretaceous period to a raging sea somewhere in twenty thirty-two.
It takes seconds for her mind to process the change and in that time Harry gets the boat to the top of the wave, where they hold for a precious few seconds.
‘CAN YOU SEE IT?’ Harry bellows, quickly turning to see the blue light still holding position at the bottom of the valley as the wave swooshes through it and wondering if the water will end up in the room.
‘THERE,’ Safa shouts, pointing to the left. ‘BOAT.’ A white yacht that looks tiny as it reaches the top of a wave and starts racing down the other side and a clear view of a man grinning wildly at the helm. Bald with greying hair round the sides and back and a beard the same colour. He’s still alive, the boat is upright and she watches as the yacht powers down the bank of water and hits the valley, pluming up a spray of water.
Harry steers the engine, knowing he has to either stay on the top of this wave or go down nose first into the valley. He opts for the second and sends them over the crest, plunging with a stomach-churning drop as Safa keeps her eyes locked on the yacht.