The Gauntlet of Time_Take Time Back by J. A. Stowell

Author:J. A. Stowell [Stowell, J. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gauntlet, Science Fiction, johnson, Apocalyptic & Post-Apocalyptic, jericho, time travel, ja stowell, Fiction, Action & Adventure, time, jericho johnson
ISBN: 9781594337727
Google: LxtQDwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B07BB62KHR
Publisher: Publication Consultants
Published: 2018-03-01T02:43:36+00:00

Chapter 22

Svalbard, January 17th, 794 A.D.

For those of you out there who have actually been listening to every awesome word I’ve been saying, you might recall that my first expedition to the Vikings was in 793 A.D. and not, in fact, 794 A.D.

I guess this is the best time to tell you that I stayed with my brethren of the north almost three months and carried over into 794…

They were freakin’ great. Sue me.

Also since I didn’t go back to the first time I got there I was thinking that all the jumps would land me back to when I left and not when I arrived. As far as the Vikings were concerned, this wasn’t that bad.

I could think of a few of my last voyages that landing at when I left might not be the safest place to be. Just saying.

Since I’d just been running through a frozen ten below wasteland not too long ago, the twenty degree weather of the Nordic land felt like the freakin’ Bahamas, let me tell you.

We were still plastered together for a few seconds after successfully jumping with me holding her around the waist like the cover of a scandalous romance novel. “Hi,” I told her, waggling my eyebrows. “What’s a Russian chic like you doing in a Viking place like this?”

She pushed away from me, “What’s the date?”

“Well, I was hoping we could have our first real date, you know, after we save the world but Svalbard is as good a place as any, I guess.”

She glared at me. Dang. Just when I thought she was warming up to me she started glaring again. “It’s January seventeenth, 794 A.D. and we’re on Svalbard, a lovely little mega island which is about halfway between Norway and the North Pole and is home to some of most merry band of Vikings that ever lived. In a few hundred more years from now people will refer to this little patch of frozen heaven as part of the Arctic. Also, the summer is around forty-three degrees, tops.” I peered around at the barren snow-covered, mountainous island, “History says that the Vikings didn’t discover this place until the twelfth century. Just FYI.”

It was around 10:00 in the morning and the wind was blowing like it always did. It really was a beautiful place. The sunshine reflecting off the snow was blinding and we both squinted hard against blinding glare. We were at the bottom of a valley a few miles outside of the village I had hung with for over three months. The trees were thick but bare, giving us a pretty good view of our surroundings.

Then it started snowing. Not heavy, just steady.

Pointing, I said, “Nearest settlement is that-a-way. I Stayed with these folks a while so I’m kind of a local celebrity.”

“How long, exactly?” Chloe asked as she fell in step behind me, trudging through the snow.

“A tad over three months.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope,” I told her. “If I recall finals were due and I wasn’t ready for all the paperwork so I decided to take a few months off.

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