About the Book
Neither of them are prepared to be thrust into a world of political intrigue amid the tangled forests and crumbling ruins of Austria. They aren't prepared to encounter wild animals and endure cross-country hikes. And they definitely aren't prepared to face it all alone.
But despite the dangers they must press on into the unknown to find a way to save Andi's life, to decide the fate of Earth itself—and to rescue a lonely girl who just happens to be their little sister.
About the Author
After awhile I found myself too tired to converse and I retreated to one side of the room a little ways apart from the group. I leaned against the wall and watched each person—Olive hanging on McMillan's arm and laughing her beautiful laugh, the Captain exerting his charisma in his effortless way with each crewman present, August embroiled in discussion with Whales which left him mostly listening to the science officer's expertise, the Doctor trying too hold relaxed conversations even though I knew that his mind was still on his research.
I was so lost in my own observations that I didn't really notice when Guilders approached and leaned against the wall beside me until he said, “How are you feeling?”
I turned and smiled ruefully. “Et tu, Guilders?”
His eyes smiled, even though the rest of his face remained unmoved.
I looked back towards the group and shrugged. Unlike everyone else, that seemed to be enough for him and he stood beside me without prying further.
“How are you?” I countered after a few moments of companionable silence.
He furrowed his bushy white eyebrows, and I wished I hadn't asked.
He couldn't be anything but embarrassed by his behavior during the reversal zone debacle. “I am grateful that I was able to contain myself sufficiently to perform my duty.”
I tried to hide my smile. It was a very Guilders answer.
The next question was probably only due to my tiredness, feelings of nostalgic fondness, and the funny way my nose still felt. “Do you ever pray, Mr. Guilders?”
He studied my face for a moment, and I couldn't read his eyes. “No.”
That was all, and I didn't feel on sufficiently close footing with him to question further. Even if the bubbly, queasy feeling had propelled me on, I wouldn't have been able to prod him anymore because the Doctor and August approached.
“We need to get some rest, Andi,” the Doctor said, reddened eyes looking even more tired than I felt.
I nodded and turned to wrap my arms around Guilders. As always the affection seemed to surprise him but he returned the hug briefly, his arms stiffly pulling me close before letting go. Then with a last glance at everyone in the room, I followed my father and brother out of the conference room.
If I could have foreseen the events of the next few months, I would have stayed in that room until the sun came up—no matter how tired I was.