Summary

Historian Patricia Pavlov is a bachelor with a secret: she can skip from one timeline to another by just thinking about it. She had fun watching the Tudors bicker with one-another, shocked by the horrors of the two World Wars, sympathised with Trotsky when he was being relentlessly pursued by the KGB, and rejoiced over the fall of Berlin Wall. One day, she realises that her powers have been tampered with and she cannot travel in time as per her wish; rather, she would go to bed in the present and wake up to find herself in the 1950s one day or wake up in the 1990s the next. It was around this time that a new person has moved into town. Landon Graff seems like a regular man, except Patricia is sure he is bad news. There's something about him that she can't understand yet, but intends to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible. To top it off like a cherry on a cake is a hooded man chasing her every time she wakes up in a different timezone. She doesn't know who he is, but deep down, she has a feeling she knew him before. All her problems began around the time Landon Graff arrived in town and she decides he is bad news. She determines to get to the bottom of who he really is, before he discovers her secret.

Genre: Fantasy/Thriller

Author: V. Ananya

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 6

Rating: 5.0 1 review

Age Rating: 18+

Prologue

She was very exhausted, but she knew she couldn’t stop running; she had to go on if she wanted to live.

The creature chasing her was nothing like she had ever seen before. She had taken a good look at it before she had realised it wanted to kill her—it was hooded, mostly, but smelt of death and destruction. It had the shape of a head on a body under its hood, but she wasn’t sure there really was one. She hadn’t stuck around to find out.

The place she was in she recognised, but at the same time could not – she had been there before, but she didn’t know what it was. Was it even on Earth?

She didn’t make the effort to wonder, though. She simply ran, her mind focussed on finding a place to hide.

But she knew that there weren’t any: she was only running in circles. She was doomed to run forever or stop running and let the hooded creature kill her.

That was how it always had been. That was how it would always be.

It was a dream that she would be stuck in forever...