But the enigmatic Ashday’s Child has his own destiny to accomplish, and will do whatever it takes within a complicated web of paradoxes to do so. While his destiny—and very existence—is challenged from the beginning to the end of time, he must collect the key players through the ages to create the very Timeshaft itself.
“Do our actions as time travellers change what would otherwise have happened, or is everything already laid down in a predetermined plan?” he asks. Stewart Bint’s Timeshaft is an expertly synchronized saga of time travel, the irresistible force of destiny, and the responsibility of mankind as rulers of the world.
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Stewart Bint is a novelist, magazine columnist and PR writer. He lives with his wife, Sue, in Leicestershire, in the UK, and has two grown-up children, Christopher and Charlotte.
He is a former radio presenter, newsreader and phone-in show host, but always wanted to become a fiction writer -- a dream that came true when his first novel was published in 2012 at the age of 56. Now the author of five novels, a collection of short stories and a compilation of his early magazine columns, he was signed by Booktrope in 2015, who published a revised edition of his paranormal novel, In Shadows Waiting, in August.
They are publishing a revised and re-edited edition of Timeshaft shortly.
As a member of a local barefoot hiking group, when not writing he can often be found hiking in bare feet on woodland trails and urban streets.
Stewart Bint online:
Website and blog: http://stewartbintauthor.weebly.com/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stewart-Bint/e/B00D18IARS
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But none was to be had.
Her chafed wrists began to bleed as she pulled with all her might against the ropes, but she was held as securely as before. Twisting her legs, she attempted to snap the ropes holding her ankles, but only succeeded in driving splinters of wood into her bare feet.
It was likely that realisation dawned on Phillip and Nadia at the same instant – the tips of the highest flames were now level with their elbows, inching towards their writhing bodies, while some of the nearer, lower ones were already beginning to scorch their flesh; the intense heat becoming unbearable. Nothing could stop the fire from consuming their bodies within seconds.
As their screams echoed around the copse, travelling deeper through the trees, the two owls hooted in alarm and ascended from their branches, seeking a quieter, more peaceful haven.